I----" "Well, anyway," said Sam Williams, raising his voice in order to obtain the floor, "anyway, I'm goin' to lay in a hammock all day, and have ice-water sprinkled on top o' me, and I'm goin' to lay there all night, too, and the next day.

I'm goin' to lay there a couple o' years, maybe." "I bet you don't!" exclaimed Maurice.

"What'd you do in winter ?" "What ?" "What you goin' to do when it's winter, out in a hammock with water sprinkled on top o' you all day?
I bet you----" "I'd stay right there," Sam declared, with strong conviction, blinking as he looked out through the open doors at the dazzling lawn and trees, trembling in the heat.

"They couldn't sprinkle too much for ME!" "It'd make icicles all over you, and----" "I wish it would," said Sam.

"I'd eat 'em up." "And it'd snow on you----" "Yay! I'd swaller it as fast as it'd come down.