Accordingly, he drew forth his bandana, flapped it a few times before the eyes of Lazarillo, and then breathed lightly on his forehead. The boy yawned, rubbed his eyes, stretched his limbs, sneezed, and then rose up.
"How do you feel?" asked the operator.
"A wee stiff—that's a.'"
"Would you like a glass of water?"
"I'd rather hae yill."
"Do you recollect what you have been doing?"
"I've been sleeping, I think."
"Nothing more?"
"Naething. What else should I hae been doing? I say—I want to gang hame."
"Well, ladies and gentlemen, I think we may dismiss this boy."