Knowing the delicate relations that existed betwaan us, she suggested that I should arouse her, she being afraid that she would sleep so long that she would starve to death before she awoke.

I wanted to come at the matter gintly, so I took a straw and tickled Molly's nose.

She snorted a little, and rubbed it with her fist, but didn't open her eyes.

I'd undertook the job, however, and I was bound to do it, or die.

So I wiggled at her nostrils, and she made a yell and a jump, and was wide awake.