In the early morning darkness of my first night the doorbell rang, waking my hostess and me.

Sometimes they wake me up in the middle of the night - my daughter is in the habit of doing this lately, popping into the bedroom to tell my wife and me about her dreams or sometimes just to chat.

Be quiet; don't wake your father up.

You slept right through the thunderstorm.

She began singing very low, till his fingers dropped from hers, and his head sank on his breast. Then I told her to hush, and not stir, for fear she should wake him.