“I was dressing, and I went to sleep again,” says Freckles.
“Uh-huh!” says his father. “It looks like it, don't it?”
“Yes, sir,” says Freckles.
I had crawled out to the foot of the bed where I could see them, and he was still sleepy, but he was trying hard to think up something.
“It looks a lot like it,” says his father. “If you had slept in that bed, the covers would have been turned down, wouldn't they?”
“Yes, sir,” says Freckles, looking at them.
“Well, what then?” says his father.
“Well, Pa,” says Freckles, “I guess I must have made that bed up again in my sleep, and I never knew it.”
“Humph!” says his father. “Do you do that often?”
“Yes, sir,” says Freckles, “a good deal lately.”