She laughed as she sat up in bed, childishly threading the flowers in the breast of her nightdress. Her brown hair stuck out like a nimbus, all fierce, round her softly glowing face. Her dark eyes watched the tray eagerly.

“How good!” she cried, sniffing the cold air. “I'm glad you did a lot.” And she stretched out her hands eagerly for her plate — ”Come back to bed, quick — it's cold.” She rubbed her hands together sharply.

He [put off what little clothing he had on, and] sat beside her in the bed.

“You look like a lion, with your mane sticking out, and your nose pushed over your food,” he said.

She tinkled with laughter, and gladly ate her breakfaSt.