He had reached his one hundred and fortieth sheep, and was beginning to doze off, when Mrs.
Fogg suddenly said, "Wilberforce!" "Oh, what ?" "I believe that yellow hen of ours wants to set." "Oh, don't bother me with such nonsense as that now! Do keep quiet and go to sleep." Then Mr.Fogg started his sheep again and commenced to count.

He got up to one hundred and twenty, and was feeling as if he would drop off at any moment, when, just as his one hundred and twenty-first sheep was about to take that fence, the baby began to cry.
"Hang that child!" he shouted at Mrs.Fogg.

"Why don't you tend to it and put it to sleep?
Hush, you little imp, or I'll spank you!" When Mrs.Fogg had quieted it, Mr.Fogg, although a little nervous and excited, concluded to try it again.

Turning on the imaginary mutton, he began.

Only sixty-four sheep had slid over the fence, when Fogg's aunt knocked at the door and asked if he was awake.