Put your feet down on it." And, as he continued to hunch himself, she moved the bag in the direction of his withdrawal.
"Ow, murder!" he exclaimed convulsively.

"What you tryin' to do?
Scald me to death ?" "Penrod--" "My goodness, Mamma," he wailed; "can't you let me sleep a MINUTE ?" "It's very bad for you to let your feet get cold, dear." "They WEREN'T cold.

I don't want any ole hot-wat--" "Penrod," she said firmly, "you must put your feet against the bag.

It isn't too hot." "Oh, isn't it ?" he retorted.

"I don't s'pose you'd care if I burned my feet right off! Mamma, won't you please, pul-LEEZE let me get some sleep ?" "Not till you--" She was interrupted by a groan that seemed to come from an abyss.
"All right, I'll do it! Let 'em burn, then!" Thus spake the desperate Penrod; and Mrs.Schofield was able to ascertain that one heel had been placed in light contact with the bag.
"No; both feet, Penrod." With a tragic shiver he obeyed.
"THAT'S right, dear! Now, keep them that way.