Now it was plain that the lady must be a real Princess, since she had been able to feel the three little peas through the twenty mattresses and twenty feather
beds. None but a real Princess could have had such a delicate sense of feeling.
From Bristol he carried me to Gloucester, which was merely a journey of pleasure, to take the air; and here it was our hap to have no lodging in the inn but in one large chamber with two
beds in it.
Let us take any common instance; there are
beds and tables in the world-- plenty of them, are there not?
As for
beds, the few rooms which the inn contained were all engaged; including even the room occupied by himself and his wife.
With the mind thus impressed, let any one examine
beds of conglomerate many thousand feet in thickness, which, though probably formed at a quicker rate than many other deposits, yet, from being formed of worn and rounded pebbles, each of which bears the stamp of time, are good to show how slowly the mass has been accumulated.
THE WRITER, an old man with a white mustache, had some difficulty in getting into
bed. The windows of the house in which he lived were high and he wanted to look at the trees when he awoke in the morning.
And I rest so composedly, Now, in my
bed, That any beholder Might fancy me dead -- Might start at beholding me, Thinking me dead.
She glanced mechanically at the house opposite, a stucco house with a portico, and went to the child's
bed.
Sixteen years previous to the epoch when this story takes place, one fine morning, on Quasimodo Sunday, a living creature had been deposited, after mass, in the church of Notre- Dame, on the wooden
bed securely fixed in the vestibule on the left, opposite that great image of Saint Christopher, which the figure of Messire Antoine des Essarts, chevalier, carved in stone, had been gazing at on his knees since 1413, when they took it into their heads to overthrow the saint and the faithful follower.
I then said, "Half- past six; time for little boys to be in
bed." I said it in the matter-of-fact voice of one made free of the company of parents, as if I had said it often before, and would have to say it often again, and as if there was nothing particularly delicious to me in hearing myself say it.
On this accursed
bed Don Quixote stretched himself, and the hostess and her daughter soon covered him with plasters from top to toe, while Maritornes- for that was the name of the Asturian- held the light for them, and while plastering him, the hostess, observing how full of wheals Don Quixote was in some places, remarked that this had more the look of blows than of a fall.
I sought the landlord, and telling him I desired to be accommodated with a room, received for answer that his house was full --not a
bed unoccupied.