What will you like? Shakespeare?'
'Aye!' replied his friend, yawning and stretching himself. 'He'll do. I
am tired with the bustle of to-day, and the novelty of everything about
me; and in such a case, there's no greater luxury in the world, I think,
than being read to sleep. You won't mind my going to sleep, if I can?'
'Not at all!' cried Tom.
'Then begin as soon as you like. You needn't leave off when you see
me getting drowsy (unless you feel tired), for it's pleasant to wake
gradually to the sounds again. Did you ever try that?'
'No, I never tried that,' said Tom
'Well! You can, you know, one of these days when we're both in the right
humour. Don't mind leaving me in the dark. Look sharp!'
Mr Pinch lost no time in moving away; and in a minute or two returned
with one of the precious volumes from the shelf beside his bed. Martin
had in the meantime made himself as comfortable as circumstances would
permit, by constructing before the fire a temporary sofa of three chairs
with Mercy's stool for a pillow, and lying down at full-length upon it.
'Don't be too loud, please,' he said to Pinch.
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