"Better take a nap," he suggested.
"Oh, I'm not at all sleepy," said she, and was off before she finished the sentence.
Trent sat, smiled, puffed, and looked off to the end of the world and back again at the sleeping girl. He lay on his back and stared up at the sky, glad of life, of health, glad, yes—he admitted it—glad of Barbara.
When Bill came back Paul laid his hand on Bob's and brought her to a sitting position, rubbing her eyes and blinking from deep sleep.
"I must have dropped off for a minute," she apologized.
"Yes, an hour or two."
"What?"
"You've been asleep for an hour."
"The divil I have! Did I miss anything?"
"A million-dollar panorama."