Chapter 11: Nightgown

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌‌⁠We had lain thus in bed, chatting and napping at short intervals, and Queequeg now and then affectionately throwing his brown tattooed legs over mine, and then drawing them back; so entirely sociable and free and easy were we; when, at last, by reason of our confabulations, what little nappishness remained in us altogether departed, and we felt like getting up again, though day-break was yet some