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The Circus Boy was not yet out of his trouble. With unlooked-for strength the irate drummer threw the lad over his knees, face down, and raised the drumstick aloft. This drumstick, as our readers well know, is made of heavy leather that is the beating end is and is hard. To add to the distress of the victim, Teddy was in his pink pajamas and they were thin. Whack!
"Mother," asked Sunny Boy that night, as he sat on the foot-board of the bed in his blue pajamas and watched her brush her hair. They were all tired after the excitement of the picnic and the finding of the bonds, and every one was going to bed at Sunny's bed time, even Grandpa. "Mother, will I take my sand-box to the seashore?" "Oh, no, precious," she assured him.
A young lady took the shoes, carefully brushed them off, and put them away. Then he took off socks, followed by his trousers. It looked as they would stay until Pat got into his Pajamas. He was in a corner. "It seems as if this young lady wants to put me to bed right!" said Pat, with a grin. "That's exactly what she is here for.
It covers the hands, the rifle-most of the little horses or mules one gets out there. One can sleep in or on it, and it is a most effective garment against heavy winds. One suit of pajamas is enough, considering your tent boy's commendable mania for laundry work. Add handkerchiefs and you are fixed. You will wear most of the above, and put what remains in your "officer's box."
"I know I am chairman, but there has never been any need to hold a meeting. You had better find out from Frank when the last was held." He went away, to reappear a quarter of an hour later, this time in his pajamas. "That mission May is running," he began, "they are probably short of money. You might inquire of their secretary. They will have a secretary, I'll be bound!
She was dressed in blue silk pajamas and standing by her bed with her hand on the light to put the room in darkness, when she changed her mind and opening a table drawer brought out a little black book a "Line-a-day" diary. This she had kept for seven years.
One small closet in the bathroom is large enough to hang bath robe, pajamas, etc., while another is arranged for drying towels and holds a soiled clothes basket. On the inside of both doors are full-length mirrors.
He climbed out of his crib, in his little faded blue pajamas, for uproarious tumbling and pillow-fighting every morning. Then it was seven o'clock, and she told him a story while she dressed, and recited poems and answered his questions. There was a game about getting all the tangles out of his hair, the father and mother tangles, and the various children, and even the dog and cat.
Need I answer this question? In succession he tries to sell you a fancy waistcoat with large pearl buttons, a broken lot of silk pajamas, a bath-robe, some shrimp-pink underwear he wears this kind himself he tells you in strict confidence a pair of plush suspenders and a knitted necktie that you wouldn't be caught wearing at twelve o'clock at night at the bottom of a coal mine during a total eclipse of the moon.
He will keep you warm while you sleep, at least till about three o'clock in the morning, when you dream that you are out sleighing in your pajamas, and wake up with a shiver. "HOLA, FERDINAND, FRANCOIS!" you call out from your bed, pulling the blankets over your ears; "RAMANCHEZ LE FEU, S'IL VOUS PLAIT. C'EST UN FREITE DE CHIEN."
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