ABOUT BUYING A HORSE. 189 



Happy TJwught. — Turn it. 



The cool side of the pillow refreshes me. Now then for 

 Shakespeare again. " Sleep, gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse 

 how have I frighted thee " 



A snore comes like a bradawl right through the partition 

 and into my ear. It resembles nothing so much as the 

 swearing of a cat, and the sharp, spiteful growl of a small, 

 snappish dog, combined. 



I caiiH sleep. It's no good. I can't. 



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Happy TIi02tght.—SXn\iQ the light lucifer. 



See what the time is * * ^ Two !!***! shall be 

 worse to-morrow. There's another snore, with a sigh "^ * * 

 I really must knock and remonstrate * "f^ "^ There's another* 

 It must be painful to her : and yet she is asleep, enjoying her- 

 self, and I am becoming more and m.ore feverish ever}' minute 

 * * * Now the snoring is regular, as though, after all these 

 attempts, she had, so to speak, got into her stride, and 

 settled down to exactly what she wanted "^ 'f' * I must stop 

 it * "^ * I knock softly "^ "^ * No answer * -^ -s^- Another 

 knock * * -^ Snoring aggravated * * * I am losing my 

 temper * * -^^ A loud and sharp knock from me — a loud, 

 jerky, pop-gunny, soda-water-bottle-cork-coming-out snore 

 from her. She has awoke. 



" My dear Aunt," I say, with my hps at the wall, " I da 

 wish you wouldn't snore so." 



" My dear," she returns, quite clearly, " I wasn't snoring. 

 It was yoiiP 



This is too much. 



