I retreated as best I could: "Your mother will spank you for that"—I said.
She quieted—ashamed: but almost instantly the other one sat up in bed, crying lustily.
"What do you want?" I said. "I thought you were asleep."
"Tum back here," she wailed heart-brokenly, "and let me spit on you too!"
I heard Eloise laugh.
"Hang an automobile and a dead cat," I said, as I went out—"they are two Jonahs that will always smell alike to me hereafter!"
CHAPTER V
THE SICK TREE
The going of my old grandsire was pathetic, for towards the last he lost interest in the living, in everything except the great elm he had always loved because his mother had nursed him under it.
"And it is dying, Jack, just as I am going; but I do so want it to live until I am gone!"