ONE morning Janie awoke to hear the dripping of the leaves and the soft splashing of the rain against her window. She yawned, stretched, and turned over for another nap. How peaceful it was. She squirmed in sheer comfort.
Then she sneezed. Her ear tickled and she scratched it. Her nose tickled again, and all of a sudden she was wide awake and yelling angrily.
“Billy, get out of here! I know you’re behind that dresser. I saw you try to tickle me with your old feather!”
Mrs. Murray appeared at the door and pulled Billy out from behind the dresser. “Now, my boy,” she wanted to know, “what are you doing here?” He looked silly, standing there in his pajamas, holding a feather attached to a wand.
“Gee, Mom. I was only trying to wake her, so we could go fishing.”
“All right, then. Back upstairs with you, and finish dressing.” Turning to Jane she said: “Do you think it was worth while to lose your temper for a little tickle like that?”
Janie glowered. Her eyebrows were drawn together and her lower lip stuck out in an angry pout. “Mom, he teases me all the time.”
“All the time, dear?”
“Well, he teases me a lot. Sometimes in the morning he sticks his head in my door and sticks his tongue out at me, just to make me mad!”