"What's the use of getting up," he thought, "I'm so warm and comfortable here in bed. My, but something smells awfully good. Wonder if it's breakfast."
Suddenly he sat up straight in bed.
"Look at that lazy thing," he declared. "Bet he'd sleep until noon if I'd let him, and with all we have to do to-day."
Chuck continued to snore peacefully.
"But I won't—I'll have some fun," thought Toad, as quietly, with as little noise as possible, he crept from his bed to the basin in one corner of the room. It took him only a few seconds to wet a large sponge with cold water, then, creeping very carefully back to the foot of Chuck's bed, he took careful aim.
The sponge flew through the air true to its mark and landed "kersplash" on Chuck's tousled brown head.
"W-w-w-what's the matter?" spluttered Chuck, sitting up and blinking his eyes. Then, as he felt the water trickling down his cheeks and caught sight of Toad, doubled up with laughter, he jumped out of bed and, running across the room, he pushed Toad flat on his back on the bed and sat upon his chest.
"Let me up," pleaded Toad. "I couldn't help it, you looked so sweet."
"What'll you give me if I do?" laughed Chuck. "You've got to pay for that smart trick before I let you up."
"Nothing!" gasped Toad, trying very hard to free himself.