But Timmy began to snore in earnest.
"I'm glad you sleep so soundly," went on Mr.Finbrink.

"It shows, boy, what a clear conscience you have! No guile in your heart! But I wish you'd wake up and tell me who broke the bottle against the brick and made me sprint down the street." Still young Master Timmy snored.
"In your sleeve you're laughing, to think how you fooled your father, aren't you ?" murmured Mr.Finbrink.

"Well, it was a good joke, and I admit it, young man, so I'm not going to trounce you this time.

But I'd be glad if you'd wake up and tell me who put you up to that game." Master Timmy, however, was disobliging enough to slumber on.
"All right, then," nodded the father.

"I say again, it was a good joke.