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A loud wail broke the morning silence, and David, sleeping profoundly, his open mouth just showing above the horse-rug, was roused by a shower of blows from Louie's fists.

He stirred uneasily, tried to escape them by plunging deeper into the folds, but they pursued him vindictively.
'Give ower!' he said at last, striking back at random, and then sitting up he rubbed his eyes.

There was Louie sitting opposite to him, crying great tears of rage and pain, now rocking her ankle as if it hurt her, and now dealing cuffs at him.
He hastily pulled out his watch.

Half-past four o'clock! 'Yo great gonner, yo!' sobbed Louie, her eyes blazing at him through her tears.

'Yo good-for-nowt, yo muffin-yed, yo donkey!' And so on through all the words of reviling known to the Derbyshire child.