“Well, what do you want? You are always making me wake up when I have just dropped off to sleep. What is it?”
“Hush! I have just been out to talk to father.”
“Have you?” said Dean, half asleep again. “Wha’d he say?”
“Never mind what he said,” whispered Mark, with his face close to his cousin’s ear.
“I don’t.”
“No, you don’t, of course, you sleepy head! Wake up.”
Mark seized his cousin by the shoulders, raised his head, and let it fall down again with a bump on the blanket-covered box lid.
“Oh, you brute!” began Dean, wide awake now.
“Well, I didn’t mean to do it so hard; but do you want to lie here with wild things coming at you?”
“Eh? No,” cried Dean, half rising up. “What do you mean?”