"I—I'm so th-thirsty, Nell, and I c-can't keep still—I'm r-rather like Mrs. J-Jelly!" with a shivery little smile.
"You're frozen. Now, drink it quickly, and let me tuck you in again."
"I'd sooner get up, Nell."
"Not yet, Sheila Pat."
"My bed's so c-cold, Nell. I don't like my bed."
"Come into mine, dear."
She snuggled into Nell, shivering and shaking.
"Will I make you very cold?"
"Oh, no, asthore. Now go to sleep."
After a while Nell dozed. She woke suddenly to find Sheila Pat lying beside her with all the bedclothes off.