“Gammon!”
“Oh!” and a sudden jump.
“What’s the matter?”
“You stuck a pin into my leg.”
“Must have been a mosquito.”
“I’ll skeeter you to-morrow morning, Master Chris!”
“Don’t wait: do it now!” (defiantly.)
“You coward! You know that if I hit at you the doctor would jump up in a rage.”
“No, he wouldn’t, because we’d creep out through the open door and go into the shed. Come on; I’m ready.”
“I shan’t. I want to sleep.”