suggestion. "You jest turn right over and take yo' nap, and when you wake up well, I'll give you anything you want. Here, swallow this stuff down quick and you'll sleep easy."
He brought the medicine glass to the bedside, and, slipping his great hairy hand under the pillow, gently raised the boy's head.
"I reckon you'd like a brand new saddle when you git up," he remarked in a coaxing voice.
"I'd rather have a squirrel gun, grandpa; I want to go hunting."
Fletcher's face clouded.
"I'm afraid you'd git shot, sonny."
With his lips to the glass, Will paused to haggle over the price of his obedience.
"But I want it," he insisted; "and I want a pack of hounds, too, to chase rabbits."
"Bless my boots! You ain't going to bring any driveling beasts on the place, air you?"
"Yes, I am, grandpa. I won't swallow this unless you say I may."
"Oh, you hurry up and git well, and then we'll see—we'll see," was Fletcher's answer. "Gulp this stuff right down now and turn over."