“Catch! I say, you won't get cold?”
“Rather not.”
“It's too jolly to sleep, isn't it?”
“Mark!”
“Yes.”
“Which star is yours? Mine is the white one over the top branch of the big sycamore, from here.”
“Mine is that twinkling red one over the summer house. Sylvia!”
“Yes.”
“Catch!”
“Oh! I couldn't—what was it?”