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"Here," said a well known and affectionate voice.
"Where's here?" asked Jimmieboy, faintly, opening his eyes and gazing up
into a very familiar face.
"You interrupted me, my son," remarked the owner of the familiar face.
"I was about to say, 'Here now, Jimmieboy, this business of falling out
of bed has got to stop.' This is the fifth time in two weeks that I have
had to restore you to your comfortable couch. Where have you been this
time?"
"Off with Bikey," murmured Jimmieboy, rubbing his eyes and gazing about
his nursery.
"Nonsense," said his daddy, the owner of the familiar voice. "With
Bikey? Why Bikey has been in the laundry all night." Which fact Bikey
never denied, but nowadays when the incident is mentioned he agitates
his cyclometer violently, and shakes all over as if he thought it was a
good joke on somebody.
In all of which I am inclined to agree with him.