M. J. C. Fulton, No-Time-Land: A Story for Girls and Boys (1901)
“ But his mother’s sad, grieved expression seemed to haunt him all day, and his little sister’s voice echoed so in his ears, that the fishing was not altogether such an enjoyable [6] time as he expected. He got back tired and hungry, and soon after tea he was glad to go to bed.He was just dropping off to sleep, when his eyes seemed to wander to the open window, where the moonbeams were dancing in, as if they had come to see what sort of a room it was, and what the inmate was like. ”
