"Oh, thave me." "Nonsense, Tommy," laughed Harriet.
"You've just had one of those nightmares you were talking about when you bade us good night." "No, thir," reiterated Tommy.

"I thaw thomething.

It wath a man and he thtood right in front of the window.

You thee I wath dreaming that Buthter wath a pirate, and wath trying to thmother me with a thofa pillow and all of a thudden I that up in bed and thaw thith fathe looking in the window at me.

That ith why I thcreamed," concluded Tommy, with dignity.