“Don’t say you’re asleep?” said Toby.
Cicely started guiltily.
“Certainly not,” she said. “Go on. Sunset went into a trance. I suppose
the uncle did that. What then?”
“Oh, the vixen!” said Rage. “Just ’cause I wouldn’t get her coat. Never
mind. ‘Full many a tale is told to float unheard, And waste its neatness
on the _distrait_ ear.’ Besides, it’s the effort that counts.” He
sighed. Then, “D’you often laugh in your sleep, Cicely?”