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Was there a kind of long lie-abed sickness that didn’t hurt?

Sir John Tenniel haunts us with the complacent slyness of Dizzy bringing in the hot water for February 1879 to that distrustful lie-abed John Bull.

It minds me of my mother rating a lie-abed maid of a Monday morning.

Aunt Jane was a luxurious lie-abed, and had ordered tea and toast for nine o’clock.

The sun was a regular lie-abed on this Autumn morning, banked about by soft clouds and draperies of mist; but they glowed pink along the horizon—perhaps blushing for Old Sol's delinquency.