"Want—shee—wheels—go—wound."
"Budge!" I shouted, in the desperation of my dread lest Toddie, too, might wake up, "what do you want?"
"Uncle Harry!"
"WHAT!"
"Uncle Harry, what kind of wood are you going to make the whistle out of?"
"I won't make any at all—I'll cut a big stick and give you a sound whipping with it, for not keeping quiet, as I told you to."
"Why, Uncle Harry, papa don't whip us with sticks—he spanks us."
"PAPA DON'T WHIP US WITH STICKS"