He wouldn't listen to me, not even when I tried to tell him his "Three Bears." He bellowed out one incessant "Want to get in beside you! Want to get in beside you!!" till finally I chucked up the sponge and actually went to bed to oblige him.
He simmered down after that; and I began to hope he'd drop off and get to sleep.

But bless you, Jossy, was it likely, after those buns and the dinner he'd had?
We had a fearful night, I can tell you.

He kicked till I was black and blue, and rolled over and over till I hadn't a stitch on me.

Then he wanted some water to drink.

Then he wanted the gas alight.