Umberufen.
"What has my touching wood to do with you?" asked Billy.
"It calls me to you, worse luck—what a dull fat boy you are, to be sure," said Umberufen scornfully.
"How was I to know? I've not made any arrangement with you, I'm sure."
"Well, if you didn't, your Fairy Godfather did, and got me dirt cheap at that—ten cents a day and traveling expenses. But speak up, what do you want?"
"I want to go to sleep," said Billy crossly.
"But you were asleep," replied Umberufen.
"Yes, I was."