Where do you expect little boys will go to, who are always idle ?" "Sleep ?" hazarded Thomas.
"Thomas, you shall learn the whole of Dr.Watts's poem on the sluggard before you go to bed this night." At this the boy slowly rose, took his cap, stood before her, and solemnly repeated the whole of that melancholy tale, finishing the last line at the door and gravely bowing himself out.

I followed, awestruck, and we set out in silence.
At first, anxiety for my mother possessed all my thoughts, but presently I ventured to congratulate Tom on his performance.
"She has read it to me so often," replied he, "that I can't help knowing it.

I hate Dr.Watts, and I love to go to sleep.

I dream such jolly things.

Sleep is ever so much nicer than being awake, isn't it ?" I wanted sleep, having had but little for two nights, and could therefore agree with him.
"You get such jolly adventures when you dream," said Tom, reflectively.
I had been rather surfeited with adventures lately, so held my peace.
"Now, real life is so dull.