His mother will fix up a snack for the sleepover tonight.

I sha'n't forget that night, Mr. Simple, as long as I live and breathe.

She had her confused outreachings toward other centres of sensation, her vague intuition of a heliocentric system; but the attraction of habit, the steady pressure of example, gradually fixed her roving allegiance […]

But I am blabbing damnably; come, tell me one little bit of the story, and I shall tell you the rest.