"DON'T WANT NO HOT WATER BAGS!" roared the sore hearted Billy. "Can't
ya lemme alone?"

Silence a moment while Aunt Saxon pondered tearfully and sighfully,
then: "Willie, is it the tooth ache?"

"NoooOH!" roared Billy.

A pause, then: "Billy, you've had a fall off that wheel and hurt yer head or cut yer
knee, I know, I've always thought you'd do that, that old wheel! You
oughtta have a new one. But I'll bring the arnica and bathe it. And
we'll paint it with iodine--where was it Willie? Yer knee?"

Billy's shoes came to the floor with a bang: "Aw gee! Can't ya keep yer mouth shut an' let a fella have a little
sleep. It ain't Nowhere! It ain't Nothin' an' I didn't
have no fall an' I don't want no new bicycle. D'ye hear? I don't want
nothin' 'cept just to be let alone. I wantta go ta sleep. Ain't I ben
tellin' ya fer the last half hour? It ain't sinful fer a fella
to wantta take a little sleep is it when he's been up half the night
before taking care of a fella on the mountain?--But if I ain't allowed,
why then I'll get up an' go out somewheres. I know plenty of places
where they'll lemme sleep--"

"Oh Wil-lee!" sobbed Aunt Saxon. "That's all right dear! Just
you lie right down in your bed and take a good sleep. I didn't
understand. Auntie didn't understand. All right Willie. I'll keep it
real still. Now you lie down won't you? You will won't you? You'll
really lie down and sleep won't you Willie?"