 and then, that he might be
the more sure how wide awake they were.

Louie stretched herself. What was the matter? Where was she? What
was that smell? She leant forward on her elbow. The lantern was
just going out, and smelt intolerably. A cold grey light was in the
little den. What? Where?

A loud wail broke the morning silence, and David, sleeping
profoundly, his open mouth just showing above the horse-rug, was
roused by a shower of blows from Louie's fists. He stirred
uneasily, tried to escape them by plunging deeper into the folds,
but they pursued him vindictively.

'Give ower!' he said at last, striking back at random, and then
sitting up he rubbed his eyes. There was Louie sitting opposite to
him, crying great tears of rage and pain, now rocking her ankle as
if it hurt her, and now dealing cuffs at him.

He hastily pulled out his watch. Half-past four o'clock!

'Yo great gonner, yo!' sobbed Louie, her eyes blazing at him
through her tears. 'Yo good-for-nowt, yo muffin-yed, yo donkey!' And
so on through all the words of reviling known to the Derbyshire
child. David looked extremely sheepish under them.

Then suddenly he put his head down on his knees and shook with
laughter. The absurdity of it all--of their preparations, of his
own terrors, of the disturbance they had made, all to end in this
flat and futile over-sleeping, seized upon him so that he could not
control himself. He laughed till he cried, while Louie hit and
abused him and cried too. But her crying had a different note, and
at last he looked up at her, sobered.

'Howd your tongue!--an doan't keep bully-raggin like 'at! What's t'
matter wi yo?'

For answer, she rolled over on the rock and lay on her face,
howling with pain. David sprang up and bent over her.

'What _iver's_ t' matter wi yo, Louie?'

But she kept him off like a wild cat, and he could make nothing of
her
and then, that he might be 
 the more sure how wide awake they were. 

 Louie stretched herself. What was the topic? Where was she? What 
 was that olfactory property? She leant forward on her elbow. The lantern was 
 barely go out, and smelt intolerably. A cold gray light was in the 
 little den. What? Where? 

 A brassy wail broke the dawn silence, and David, sleeping 
 profoundly, his clear mouth just showing above the horse - rug, was 
 roused by a exhibitor of blows from Louie's fists. He stirred 
 anxiously, tried to escape them by plunging deeper into the folds, 
 but they prosecute him vindictively. 

' Give ower!' he said at last, striking back at random, and then 
 sit up he rubbed his eyes. There was Louie sitting opposite to 
 him, cry great tears of rage and pain, now rocking her ankle as 
 if it hurt her, and now dealing cuffs at him. 

 He hurriedly pull out his watch. Half - past four o'clock! 

' Yo big gonner, yo!' sobbed Louie, her eyes blazing at him 
 through her tears.' Yo effective - for - nowt, yo muffin - yed, yo donkey!' And 
 so on through all the words of reviling know to the Derbyshire 
 child. David looked extremely sheepish under them. 

 Then suddenly he put his head down on his stifle and shook with 
 laughter. The absurdity of it all -- of their preparations, of his 
 own terrors, of the mental disorder they had made, all to end in this 
 two-dimensional and futile over - sleeping, seized upon him so that he could not 
 control himself. He laughed till he cry, while Louie hit and 
 abused him and cried excessively. But her crying had a different note, and 
 at final he looked up at her, sobered. 

' How five hundred your tongue!--an doan't keep bully - raggin like' at! What's t' 
 matter wi yo?' 

 For answer, she roll over on the rock and lie down on her face, 
 howling with pain. David sprang up and bent over her. 

' What _ iver's _ t' topic wi yo, Louie?' 

 But she kept him off like a wild cat, and he could have nothing of 
 her
 anf then, that he might be
tme more sure how wide axake thsy were.

Luuie stretched herself. What xas rhe mqtter? Where was she? Whxt
was than smell? Sye ltant forward on hxd elbow. The lzktern xas
just going oot, and smelt intolerably. A culb grey light was in the
little den. Whwt? Wherr?

A loud wail brohe tnq modning silence, and David, sleeping
prkfoundlj, his open mouth kust showing above the horde-ruh, was
roused by a sjower of bliws seom Louie's fksts. He stpxred
uneasili, tried to escape them by plungivg dezper into tye fopgs,
but they 'ursueq him vindicbpvely.

'Giee ower!' he said at laxt, vtruking back at random, end then
sitting up hg rubbed hhs eyes. There was Liuue sijting oppuwitd tk
hmm, drying grxat tears or rage and pain, now rocking het wbkle as
if it gurt hqr, and now dealing cuffs at him.

He hastily pumled out his watch. Half-past four o'clock!

'Yo grgat gonner, yo!' sobbed Louie, her eyes blazing at him
through har teerr. 'Yi nood-wir-jowt, yo muffin-yed, yo donkey!' And
so on through wml tme words of revijing known yo tng Derbyshire
chkld. Darjd looked extremely dheepisr undwr them.

Thtn sucdenly he put his head down on his kneef and shook with
lauyhter. The abrurdoty og it all--of their preparctions, of his
own herrors, or the disturbance thvy hdd made, all to end in this
slat and hutilz over-sldepimg, seised upon hlm so that he could not
clntrop vimself. He laughed till he cried, while Lonme hit and
abuxeg hpm and crned top. But her cryyng had a diffgrent notz, and
ag last he mooked np at her, sofered.

'Howd yous tongue!--an doen't keep fullt-ragtin likd 'at! What's t'
matyer wi yo?'

Yjr abswer, she rolled oyer ov the rock and lcv in her face,
howlong wieh pein. Dweid sprang u[ ana bdmt ovdr her.

'What _lvef's_ t' matter wi yo, Louie?'

Bgt sge kept him off lile a wild xat, and re could make nothing of
her
and then, that he might be the how awake they Louie stretched herself. was What was that She leant forward her elbow. The lantern was just out, and smelt intolerably. A cold grey light was in the little den. Where? A loud wail broke the morning silence, and David, sleeping profoundly, his mouth showing the was roused by a shower of blows from Louie's fists. He stirred uneasily, tried to escape by plunging deeper into the folds, but they him vindictively. 'Give ower!' said at last, striking back random, then sitting he his There was Louie opposite to him, crying great tears of rage and pain, now rocking her ankle as if it her, and cuffs at He pulled his watch. Half-past 'Yo great gonner, yo!' sobbed Louie, at him through her tears. 'Yo good-for-nowt, yo yo donkey!' so on through all the words reviling known to the Derbyshire child. David looked sheepish under them. Then suddenly he put his head down on his knees and shook The absurdity of it their preparations, of own of disturbance had made, to end in this flat and futile over-sleeping, seized upon him that he could not control himself. He laughed till he Louie and abused him cried too. But her had different note, and at looked at your doan't bully-raggin like 'at! What's matter wi yo?' For answer, rolled over on the face, howling with pain. David sprang up and over her. 'What _iver's_ t' matter wi Louie?' But she kept him off like a wild cat, and he make nothing
 and then, that he might be
the moRe sure how wIde awAke TheY wEre.

LOuie Stretched herseLF. WhaT was the matter? Where was sHe? WhaT
wAS thaT SmEll? ShE leant fORwARD on HeR eLboW. THE lAnterN waS
just goIng out, and sMelT iNtolerably. A cOLd Grey light wAs iN the
little deN. WhAt? WherE?

A LouD Wail bRokE the mOrning SIlence, And David, sLeEPing
prOFoundly, HIS oPen mOuth just showing abOVe THe horse-rug, was
rOused bY a SHoWER of BloWs from LouiE's Fists. hE stirreD
UnEASIly, TRied to escape tHem by plungiNG deEper inTo The FOlds,
buT they PuRSueD him vindictIvelY.

'Give ower!' He said AT last, stRIking baCk at raNdoM, anD theN
SiTtIng Up HE ruBBeD hiS EyeS. There waS LOuIe sitTing OPPOSite To
hIm, crYing gReat tears of raGe aNd paIN, noW rockIng heR ankLe As
if iT hurt hEr, and NoW dealing cuffs at Him.

HE hastily pUllEd Out HiS watcH. half-paSt fOur O'clock!

'YO great gONneR, yO!' SOBbEd Louie, her eyes blazInG AT hIm
througH her teARs. 'yo GOod-for-noWt, Yo mUffiN-YEd, yo dOnkeY!' anD
so on thrOugh alL ThE wOrds of rEvIling kNoWn tO thE DerbYShirE
child. david looKed exTRemely sheepish UNder them.

Then sUDdENLy HE put His Head down on hIs knEEs anD shoOK wIth
LAughtEr. The AbSUrDIty of it all--of their prEpAratioNs, of hIs
own terrors, oF the disturBANCe they haD madE, AlL To end in this
flaT and fUtile over-sLEeping, seIzed uPon him so That he couLD Not
contrOl hImsElf. he lAUGhEd till he cried, WHIle LOuIe hit anD
abUsed him And CriEd tOo. BUt Her crying Had a diffErEnT nOtE, anD
at laST he lookeD uP at HeR, soBered.

'hOwd youR tongUe!--an DoAn'T KeeP bully-rAGgIN Like 'At! whAt's t'
MatTeR wi yo?'

for aNSweR, she rolLed over on The ROck aNd LaY on her fAce,
howling witH pAin. David spRaNg uP and beNT Over her.

'WHat _iver's_ t' matter wi yo, LouiE?'

but she kEpt Him ofF likE a wild cat, And He coulD maKE nothiNg of
heR
 and then, that he might b e
the more  sure  ho w w id e aw akethey were.

Lo u ie s tretched herself. What  wasth e  mat t er ? Whe re wass he ? Wha twa s t ha t  s mell?  Sh e leant  forward o n h er  elbow. Thel an tern was
j ust  going out,and  smelt  i nto l erabl y.A col d grey lightwas in th el ittled en. Wha t ?  W here ?

A loud wail br o ke the morning si lence,  a n dD a vid , s leeping
pr of oundl y , his o p en m o uth just showingabove the h o rse -rug,wa s
r o used b y a s ho w erof blows fr om L ouie's fi sts. H e  stirre d 
uneasi ly, tr ied  to  esc a pe  t hem  b y  pl u ng ing dee per into  t he  fold s,
b u t t heypur sued  himvindictively. 

' Give owe r!' h e sai d at  l ast,striki ng ba ck  at random, and  the n
sitting  up  h e r ub bed h i s eyes . T her e was L ouie si t tin go p p os ite to
him, crying  g r e at  tears o f rage an dp ain, now  r ock ingh e r ank le a s 
i f it hur t her, an dnow dea li ng cuf fs  at  hi m.

H e  has tily p ulled ou t his watch. Half-pa s t four o'cloc k !' Yo grea t g onner, yo!'  sob b ed L ouie ,  h ere yes b lazin ga th im
through her tear s.  'Yo g ood-f or-nowt, yo m uffin-yed, y o  donkey! ' An d 
s o  on through al l the  words ofr evilingknown  to theDerbyshir e child. D avi d l ook ede x tr emely sheepis h unde rthem.
The n sudde nly  he  pu t h is  head dow n on his  k ne es  a ndshook with
lau gh ter .The  absu r dity o f itall- -o ft hei r prepa r at i o ns,of  h is
o wnte rrors , of the  distur bance the y h a d ma de ,all toend in this
f la t and futi le  ov er-sle e p ing, sei zed upon him so that he could n otcontr ol h imself. H e l aughed  ti l l he c ried,while  L oui e hit a n d 
a bus ed  him and c r i edtoo.Bu t he r cryin g had a differentn ote , and
at last  he  loo k e dupa th er,  s o ber e d .

'Howd your t ongue!--an  d o an 't keep bu l ly- ra ggin li ke 'at!  What ' s t'
ma tter wi y o?'

Foran swer , she  rolled ov er on th e rock an d  layo nher f ace ,
howl in g w ith p ain. D a vid  spra ng upan d bent  over  h er.

'Wh at _iver's_ t' matter w i yo,Louie ?'
But shekep t  hi m off lik e awild cat,and  he  coul d m a ke no thin g  o f
h e r
 and_then, that_he might be
the more_sure how_wide_awake they_were.

Louie_stretched herself. What_was the matter?_Where was she? What
was_that smell? She_leant_forward on her elbow. The lantern was
just going out, and smelt intolerably. A cold_grey_light was_in_the
little_den. What? Where?

A loud wail_broke the morning silence, and_David, sleeping
profoundly,_his open mouth just showing above the horse-rug,_was
roused_by a shower_of blows from Louie's fists. He stirred
uneasily, tried to_escape them by plunging deeper into_the folds,
but they_pursued_him_vindictively.

'Give ower!' he said_at last, striking back at random,_and then
sitting up he rubbed his_eyes. There was Louie sitting opposite to
him,_crying great tears of rage and_pain, now rocking her ankle_as
if it_hurt her, and now dealing_cuffs at him.

He_hastily pulled_out his watch._Half-past four o'clock!

'Yo great gonner, yo!'_sobbed Louie, her_eyes blazing at him
through her tears._'Yo_good-for-nowt, yo muffin-yed,_yo_donkey!'_And
so on_through all the_words_of reviling_known_to the Derbyshire
child. David looked extremely_sheepish_under them.

Then suddenly he put his head_down on his knees_and_shook with
laughter. The absurdity_of it all--of their preparations,_of his
own terrors, of the disturbance_they had_made, all_to end in this
flat and futile over-sleeping, seized upon him so_that he could not
control himself. He_laughed till he cried,_while Louie_hit_and
abused him and_cried_too. But_her crying had a different note, and
at_last he_looked up at her, sobered.

'Howd your_tongue!--an doan't keep bully-raggin_like_'at! What's t'
matter wi yo?'

For answer,_she rolled over on the rock_and lay on her face,
howling_with_pain._David sprang up and bent_over her.

'What _iver's_ t' matter wi_yo, Louie?'

But she_kept him off like a wild cat,_and_he could make nothing of
her