To pick it up and to place it over his face was a work requiring some courage, particularly as his eyes were open.

Yet she did it, and made good her retreat.

But she was somewhat concerned, on looking back, to see that the hat was removed, and that Sandy was sitting up and saying something.
The truth was, that in the calm depths of Sandy's mind he was satisfied that the rays of the sun were beneficial and healthful; that from childhood he had objected to lying down in a hat; that no people but condemned fools, past redemption, ever wore hats; and that his right to dispense with them when he pleased was inalienable.

This was the statement of his inner consciousness.

Unfortunately, its outward expression was vague, being limited to a repetition of the following formula--"Su'shine all ri'! Wasser maar, eh?
Wass up, su'shine ?" Miss Mary stopped, and, taking fresh courage from her vantage of distance, asked him if there was anything that he wanted.
"Wass up?
Wasser maar ?" continued Sandy, in a very high key.
"Get up, you horrid man!" said Miss Mary, now thoroughly incensed; "get up, and go home." Sandy staggered to his feet.