Chapter Nine.
How to treat an Enemy.
“Well, but is that all?” said Punch.
“Yes, and now you are tired and had better have a nap, and by the time you wake I will have some more milk for you.”
“Bother the old milk! I’m sick of it; and I don’t want to go to sleep. I feel sometimes as if I had nearly slept my head off. A fellow can’t be always sleeping. Now, look here; I tell you what you have got to do some day. You must serve that uncle of yours out.”
“Let him rest. You are tired and weak.”
“No, I ain’t. All that about you has done me good. I did not know that you had had such a lot of trouble, sir.”
“Ah, what’s that, Punch!” cried Pen sharply. “Don’t you say ‘sir’ to me again!”