The Lion had no Auntie Lou, and he stared stonily in front of him without reply. There was a long pause, and then the Rabbit inquired:
'Say, Mister, are you going to be rough if we come up?'
'Yes,' said the Lion, promptly and gravely.
'How many kicks do you reckon to give us?'
'Ten each,' said the Lion.
'Could you make it seven?'
'No.'
'Eight might suit you?'
'No.'
'How about nine?'