“Are you asleep?”
“H’m? H’m? Confound it, yes!”
“No, you’re not!”
“Well, I was!” And I groaned.
“Jack, I suppose Uncle Tom will have his usual Christmas party of girls and young men at Elmington this Christmas?”
“S’pose so, umgh!”
“I say—”
“Don’t! Don’t! Those are my ribs! Good Lord, man! you don’t know how sleepy I am. What on earth are you talking about?”
“Do you know what girls Uncle Tom is going to have to spend Christmas with us this winter?”
“And you woke me up to ask me such a question as that? Thunder! And you see him to-morrow evening, too! Oh, I understand,” said I, being at last fully awake, and I burst out laughing. “You want me to say something about Alice with the merry-glancing hazel eyes.”