“Pettie! Say, how’d you get that way?”
“Are you gonta ask me to climb up and set on the seat and talk to you?”
“Nobody ever had to ask you to talk to ’em. Trouble is to get you to break it off so’s a body c’n get a mite o’ sleep now an’ then. But go on—say what you got to say. I reckon it’s cruelty to animals to stop you.”
“Did you say climb up, Wing-o?”
“If I did I was talkin’ in my sleep. I been asleep for ten minutes. You always put me to sleep. Maybe it was me snorin’ you heard.”
“Aw, now le’s cut out the funny stuff! I’m comin’ up there. Shall I?”
“I thought you said you was comin’.”
“I don’t want to unless you want me to.”
“It’s a cinch you don’t want to, then!”
“H’m-m!” muttered the cornered Mr. Daisy. “Well, I’m comin’ up, anyway,” he added, and climbed on the wagon tongue.