Slap—Slap—Slap—making me wince at every smack—"Oh—ah-r-re, don't
Gertie, don't that is not fun to me, you hurt me so."
"Yes, and I hope I do hurt you, you bad boy—will you—will you do as I tell you, or not—Why I declare it's as still as impudent as ever," she said, thrusting her hand beneath me to feel how I was—"there, I must serve you out!"
"Ah-r-r-re, oh, you're biting me, Gertie—oh, pray don't—pray don't bite my bottom like that, or I shall scream."
"I feel I must bite you, Percy I can't make it be good, and there's only one way to make your instrument lay down, but you must wait till I come to bed, then I will see to it, as I did last night."
This little game, and the want of sufficient rest on the previous night, made me very sleepy, and when she was gone I dropped off into a be
