Spat! Spat! Spat! went the paddles as he ran. "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" screamed Sammy.
"Done!" cried the king, as Sammy, breathless and crying, reached the end of the lines.
"Awake? Cured?" inquired the king.
"Uh—uh—uh-huh!" hiccoughed Sammy, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his nightie.
"No, you're not," cried the king. "Only sleepyheads say 'Uh-huh.' Cure Number Two!"
Poor Sammy stood, scared and crying, while the little men, grinning broadly now, brought big sponges dripping with water.
"Squeeze!" cried the king.
Squash! went the first sponge, right over Sammy's head.
"Ugh!" screamed Sammy as the ice-cold water poured down his back. "Ugh! Ugh!"
The next little man stepped up, lifted his sponge, started to squeeze it, then changed his mind.