Sleep well." "Yes'm." After her departure Penrod drowsily enjoyed the sugar coating of the pill; but this was indeed a brief pleasure.

A bitterness that was like a pang suddenly made itself known to his sense of taste, and he realized that he had dallied too confidingly with the product of a manufacturing chemist who should have been indicted for criminal economy.

The medicinal portion of the little pill struck the wall with a faint tap, then dropped noiselessly to the floor, and, after a time, Penrod slept.
Some hours later he began to dream; he dreamed that his feet and legs were becoming uncomfortable as a result of Sam Williams's activities with a red-hot poker.
"You QUIT that!" he said aloud, and awoke indignantly.

Again a dark, wrappered figure hovered over the bed.
"It's only a hot-water bag, dear," Mrs.Schofield said, still labouring under the covers with an extended arm.

"You mustn't hunch yourself up that way, Penrod.