Then, looking where she had pointed, he beheld no woodpecker,
but the hated face of Bud M'Ginnis--
Ravenslee blinked drowsily at the wall where purple roses bloomed, at
the fly-blown text in the tarnished frame with its notable legend:
LOVE ONE ANOTHER
and sighed. But in his waking ears was the tap of the woodpecker, loud
and persistent as ever! Wherefore he started, stared, sat up suddenly
and, glancing toward the window, beheld a large cap and a pair of
shoulders he thought he recognised.
"Why, Spider!" he exclaimed, "what the--"
"Sufferin' Mike!" sighed the Spider plaintively, "here I've been
knockin' at your all-fired winder--knockin' an' knockin', an' here
you've been snorin' and snorin'."
"No, did I snore, Spider?"
"Bo, you sure are a bird for snorin'."
"Damn it!" said Ravenslee, frowning, "I must break myself of it."
"Thinkin' of gettin' married, bo?"
"Married? What the--"
"She'll soon get useter it, I guess--they all do!" said the unabashed
Spider. "Anyway, if you didn't snore exactly, you sure had a strangle
hold on the snooze business, all right.
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