Peter shook himself awake and went to his supper.
A bright idea occurred to Peter in the night. “Of course; why didn’t I think of it before? Settle the question at once.” Peter fell into an easy sleep.
“Tommy,” said Peter, as he sat himself down to breakfast the next morning. “By-the-by,” asked Peter with a puzzled expression, putting down his cup, “what is this?”
“Cauffee,” informed him Tommy. “You said cauffee.”
“Oh!” replied Peter. “For the future, Tommy, if you don’t mind, I will take tea of a morning.”
“All the same to me,” explained the agreeable Tommy, “it’s your breakfast.”
“What I was about to say,” continued Peter, “was that you’re not looking very well, Tommy.”
“I’m all right,” asserted Tommy; “never nothing the matter with me.”
“Not that you know of, perhaps; but one can be in a very bad way, Tommy, without being aware of it. I cannot have anyone about me that I am not sure is in thoroughly sound health.”
“If you mean you’ve changed your mind and want to get rid of me—” began Tommy, with its chin in the air.