"Why not, chick?"
"Because Pickwick's lost! It was lent to those impossible people at Turnham Green, and they stole it. I know they did. Name like Marylebone."
"The Haliburtons? Why, that's ever so long ago." Thus Rosalind.
"Of course it is. It's been gone ages. I'm going to sleep. Good-night!" And Jeremiah said good-night once more and departed.
Sally didn't go straight to sleep, but she made a start on her way there. It was not a vigorous start, for she had hardly begun upon it when she desisted, and sat up in bed and listened.
"What's that, mother? Nothing wrong, is there?"
"No, darling child, what should be wrong? Go to sleep."
"I thought I heard you gasp, or snuffle, or sigh, or sob, or click in your throat. That's all. Sure you didn't?"
"Quite sure. Now, do be a reasonable kitten, and go to sleep; I shall be in bed in half-a-second."