Like this, I mean." Billy pulled up a chair, climbed on it and laid his head on Margaret's lap.

Then he shut his eyes again.

Margaret could have looked little more repulsed if he had been a snake.

Billy was soon up.
"My, but your lap is hard," he said.

"And you are a good deal fatter 'an Belle, too!" He slid from the chair and came back to the middle of the room.
"Oh but I wisht he wasn't dead!" he cried.