iQO OCCASIONAL HAPPY THOUGHTS. 



" My dear Aunt," I remonstrate, " why, I wasn't even 

 asleep." 



She answers : I daresay you think you weren't asleep, but 

 your snoring awoke me some time ago, and I've been awake 

 ever since. / never s?iore.''^ 



The case is beyond argument, unless I could wake her up 

 to catch herself snoring. I suggest that she should not go 

 to sleep for the next quarter of an hour, as I haven't had a 

 wink all night. 



Happy Thought. — Drop off before she snores. 



She promises. 



"Very well, dear. You're sure you don't want any- 

 thing ? " 



" No, thank you," I reply ; " only that. Let me get to 

 sleep first this time." 



" Very well, dear. I hope you'll be better to-morrow." 



I turn on my right side. I shut my eyes. Now I feel 

 that Morpheus, drowsy god 



" K-r-r-r-r-r-r-q-w-a-r " 



My Aunt again, with variations on a corkscrew and a 

 policeman's rattle. I turn round sharply. She has broken 

 the truce. I rap at the wall. 



" Aunt, do be quiet." 



Her voice, mildly and drowsily : " Yes, dear. I'm not 

 snoring. / know when I do, and Pll stop inyself.'" 



This is satisfactory as far as it goes, but it only goes just 

 so far as to give me time to turn, and then 



" Krrrrr-quarrr-queeee-quarr " 



