"Crickety, flickety, fle-flo-fli!" he cried instead.
The next thing Sammy knew, he was standing in his own bathtub, wet and shivering. His father stood beside him, holding a big dipper.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" gasped Sammy, while the water dripped from his yellow head.
"I'm sorry, Sammy," said his father, handing him a towel. "But we can't have any more of this nonsense about getting up. This will happen every time you have to be called more than once. Dry yourself now, and hurry into your clothes."
Sammy gulped and nodded. He couldn't think of anything to say just then. But he did as his father told him to, and never once dug his fists into his eyes or said "Ye-aw-w-w."
The next day he joined the Wide-Awakes. Sammy Sleepyhead was cured.
