"Crickety, flickety, fle-flo-fli!" cried the little man. And away they flew, straight through the window!
And still Sammy slept. He didn't know he was not in his own bed till the little man slipped him out of the sack and gave him a shake.
You're the little boy that never gets up when he's called
"Ye-aw-w-w!" muttered Sammy sleepily.
"So you are Sammy Sleepyhead!" a loud voice interrupted him. Sammy woke up so quickly that he bit his tongue. "I know you. You're the little boy that never gets up when he's called."
Sammy looked about him in surprise. He was in a room filled with the queerest little men he had ever seen, men with funny clothes and twinkly eyes; while right in front of him on a throne sat a very splendid person. Sammy knew by his robes and his crown that this splendid person must be a king.
Sammy had never before seen a real king. He opened his mouth in awe.
The king thought Sammy was going to yawn.