Oh, yes, I'll kiss you--but it's bed and it's two hundred lines to-morrow, and the line is--"Beware of Being Beavers and Burning Bridges.

Dread Dams." It will be a capital exercise in capital B's and D's.' We knew by that that, though annoyed, he was not furious; we went to bed.
I got jolly sick of capital B's and D's before sunset on the morrow.
That night, just as the others were falling asleep, Oswald said-- 'I say.' 'Well,' retorted his brother.
'There is one thing about it,' Oswald went on, 'it does show it was a rattling good dam anyhow.' And filled with this agreeable thought, the weary beavers (or explorers, Polar or otherwise) fell asleep..