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"Sleepyhead Dozy Pate Dormouse," said Tom, with a laugh. "You'll do," returned the Righthandiron, stepping lightly out of the fireplace. "Now sit astride of my back and take hold of Lefty's right claw." Tom did as he was told, and in an instant he was flying up through space toward the stars. Off in the Clouds
Come along, sleepyhead." Straightway he began to sing a rollicking song, and Henri joined in with him heartily, for the spirit of Fabian's humour was contagious: "There was a little man, The foolish Guilleri Carabi. He went unto the chase, Of partridges the chase. Carabi. Titi Carabi, Toto Carabo, You're going to break your neck, My lovely Guilleri!"
"Well, that's neither here nor there," retorted the Poker, poking his head out through the cloud. "Hullo! Who have you got there? That isn't Tom, is it?" "No it's Sleepyhead D. Dormouse," laughed Lefty. "Good," said the Poker, advancing and shaking Tom by the hand. "I was afraid it was Tom. Not that I dislike Tom, for I don't.
Let's shock 'em it's our funeral, ain't it?" "You bet!" said Gilbert. "Where did I hear that expression?" he added to himself. "Wait a minute, Nevada; I want to do a little 'phoning." He shut himself in a little dressing-room, and called upon the lightnings of the heavens condensed into unromantic numbers and districts. "That you, Jack? You confounded sleepyhead!
If we say your name is Sleepyhead you needn't try to make people think we don't know what we are talking about by saying that your name isn't Sleepyhead, but Tommy Wideawake, or Billy Lemonstick, or something else; and when we choose to state that you are a Dormouse we want you to be a Dormouse and not go crying out through the street, 'I am a huckleberry. In the countries we visit people think we are the wisest of the wise, and what we say no one ever dares dispute."
"Up, up with you, sleepyhead!" called Ganassi. "The sun will catch you napping if you do not hurry." Piang sleepily rubbed his eyes and sat up. Horror and fright seized him as he beheld the body of the python curled up beside him and the packda contemplating him with indifference. From the doorway Ganassi smilingly watched him.
"That being the case," said the Andiron, "I will proceed at once to tell you the story of Ebenezer." The Story of Ebenezer "Ebenezer was a boy very much like yourself in several ways," resumed the Righthandiron. "He wasn't one of the Sleepyhead or Dozy Pate families, but he was next thing to it. He was nephew of Senator Takeanap, and a grandson of old General Snoraloud but he'd never admit it.
Come along, sleepyhead." Straightway he began to sing a rollicking song, and Henri joined in with him heartily, for the spirit of Fabian's humour was contagious: "There was a little man, The foolish Guilleri Carabi. He went unto the chase, Of partridges the chase. Carabi. Titi Carabi, Toto Carabo, You're going to break your neck, My lovely Guilleri!"
What is it?" came a fuzzy voice from the speaker. "You all right?" "Me? Sure. I was asleep. Why?" "Be on your toes, sleepyhead; just got word that Mellon has escaped from his stateroom. He may try to take another crack at you." "I'll watch it," said von Liegnitz, his voice crisp now. "Okay." Jeffers sighed and looked up. "As soon as the power came on, the Physician's Mate was on the intercom.
Tom tried to imagine what a creature of that sort looked like, but he found it difficult. Not liking to appear stupid he accepted the explanation. "Oh!" he said. "It must be a very pretty animal." "Oh, yes!" said the Poker. "But he isn't as pretty as I can be when I try. My, how pretty I can be but say, Andies, where are we bound this trip?" "We've left that to Sleepyhead to decide," said Lefty.
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