“Circuit? What circuit? Who’s completed—”
“The mosquitoes have completed the circuit of my ankles. They have been around both and I am now going to bed. I’ve done my duty by them.” Roy stood on one foot and rubbed busily with the other.
“How nice,” murmured Chub. “Something accomplished, something done to earn a night’s repose. That’s me too. Let us go quietly and leave Dick to slumber peacefully on.”
“‘The yawning youth, scarce half awake, essays
His lazy limbs and dozy head to raise,’”
observed Dick.
“Hello! I thought you were asleep!” said Chub.
“I was until some noisy brute awoke me,” complained Dick.
“Where’d you get the poetry?” Roy asked.
“That? I don’t just recall,” replied Dick sleepily. “I think I composed it myself. It was either I or Dryden.”