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miss his breakfast altogether one day—find it's lunch or tea instead when he rolls down."
"It's a shame," said the girl called Socks. "Because it worries Lady Coote so. She gets more and more like a hen that wants to lay an egg and can't. It's too bad."
"Let's pull him out of bed," suggested Bill. "Come on, Jimmy."
"Oh! let's be more subtle than that," said the girl called Socks. Subtle was a word of which she was rather fond. She used it a great deal.
"I'm not subtle," said Jimmy. "I don't know how."
"Let's get together and do something about it tomorrow morning," suggested Ronny vaguely. "You know, get him up at seven. Stagger the household. Tredwell loses his false whiskers and drops the tea urn. Lady Coote has hysterics and faints in Bill's arms— Bill being the weight carrier. Sir Oswald says 'Ha!' and steel goes up a point and five eighths. Pongo registers emotion by throwing down his spectacles and stamping on them."
"You don't know Gerry," said Jimmy. "I daresay enough cold water might wake him—judiciously applied, that is. But he'd only turn over and go to sleep again."
"Oh! we must think of something more subtle than cold water," said Socks.
"Well, what?" asked Ronny bluntly. And nobody had any answer ready.