Do let me rest a little--just a little; I can't take any more of the devilish stuff now." "Luigi! Using such language here, and him just baptized! Do you want the roof to fall on you ?" "I wish to goodness it would!" "Why, you dreadful thing! I've a good notion to--let that blanket alone; do you want your brother to catch his death ?" "Aunt Betsy, I've got to have it off, I'm being roasted alive; nobody could stand it--you couldn't yourself." "Now, then, you're sneezing again--I just expected it." "Because I've caught a cold in my head.

I always do, when I go in the water with my clothes on.

And it takes me weeks to get over it, too.

I think it was a shame to serve me so." "Luigi, you are unreasonable; you know very well they couldn't baptize him dry.

I should think you would be willing to undergo a little inconvenience for your brother's sake." "Inconvenience! Now how you talk, Aunt Betsy.