human
Downy come with his Possy, and put on his ittle nightcoatie, and go to his 'ittle beddy-house? (That's another thing, she always talks to that mouse as if he and she were both idiots).
gpt
No! said Downy.
human
Not want any beddy-house. Possy go away!
gpt
Come, Downy, said his uncle.
human
You have had a long day, little man, and bed is the best place for you. Nice bed! I wish I were in mine.
gpt
Not nice! cried Downy.
human
Naughty bed! take it away! A-a-a-ah! and the poor little boy, who was really tired out, began to scream and cry lustily.
gpt
Hush! cried Uncle Jack hastily.
human
Hush, Downy! the bed will hear you, and then who knows what may happen? Downy paused a moment and looked at his uncle in astonishment.
gpt
What _do_ you mean, Uncle Jack? asked Brighteyes.
human
Beds cannot hear.
gpt
Perhaps their posts are their ears,
human
Oh! Fluffy, said Puff,
gpt
Have you never heard the story of Little Willy and his bed? listen then, and I will tell it to you.