“By the time they reached home Deborah was half-asleep, and Mummy had bundled her into bed before she had time to really wake up again and remember about Teddy Robinson still being in the garden.”
“And when bedtime came something even worse happened. Teddy Robinson and Deborah got into bed as usual, and what should they find but the blue dog already there, lying right in the middle of the bed, and smiling up at them both, just as if he belonged there.”
“Deborah and Mummy called him a dear, too. But I don’t think he’s a dear. I don’t like him at all, and I hope he’ll stay always inside that brown-paper bag.”