I'm a rell--ole--" The Kid went to sleep before he finished saying it.

There is nothing like the open air to make one sleep from dusk till dawn.

The rell ole cowpuncher forgot his little white bed in the corner of the big bedroom.

He forgot that Doctor Dell would be awfully s'prised, and that Daddy Chip would maybe be cross--Daddy Chip was cross, sometimes.

The rell ole cowpuncher lay with his yellow curls pillowed on the bag of doughnuts and the gray blanket wrapped tightly around him, and slept soundly; and his lips were curved in the half smile that came often to his sleeping place and made him look ever so much like his Daddy Chip..