“Well, suppose I did—can’t I have some more?”
“Oh! certainly, if you wish it,” she returned, eyeing him in a kind of uneasy surprise; “but you ate so much.”
“It’s pretty hard if a man can’t have all he wants to eat in his own house,” said the sergeant, and then he began to sing,—
“I can’t get ’em up,
I can’t get ’em up.
I can’t get ’em up in the morning.
I can’t get ’em up,
I can’t get ’em up,
I can’t get ’em up at all.”