Come, dear; it's going to do you lots of good." And again the little pill was placed suggestively against his lips; but his head jerked backward, and his hand struck out in blind, instinctive self-defense.
"I'll BUST that ole pill," he muttered, still with closed eyes.

"Lemme get my han's on it an' I will!" "Penrod!" "PLEASE go on away, mamma!" "I will, just as soon as you take this little pill." "I DID!" "No, dear." "I did," Penrod insisted plaintively.

"You made me take it just before I went to bed." "Oh, yes; THAT one.

But, dearie," Mrs.Schofield explained, "I got to thinking about it after I went to bed, and I decided you'd better have another." "I don't WANT another." "Yes, dearie." "Please go 'way and let me sleep." "Not till you've taken the little pill, dear." "Oh, GOLLY!" Groaning, he propped himself upon an elbow and allowed the pill to pass between his lips.

(He would have allowed anything whatever to pass between them, if that passing permitted his return to slumber.) Then, detaining the pill in his mouth, he swallowed half a glass of water, and again was recumbent.
"G'-night, Mamma." "Good-night, dearie.