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<h3>HOW SAMMY WAS CURED</h3>
<p><SPAN class="pagenum" name="page_n18" id="page_n18" title="18"></SPAN>Sammy
was a pretty good boy in some ways, but in one way he was a very
naughty boy indeed. He never got up when he was called.</p>
<p>"Ye-aw-w-w!" he would yawn. "Uh-huh!" And with that he would roll over
and go fast asleep again.</p>
<p>This always happened at least three times every morning. Often it
happened more times. Then when everybody was out of patience and
breakfast was nearly over, Sammy would come creeping down, digging his
fists into his eyes and still yawning "Ye-aw-w-w!"</p>
<p>One morning Sammy's father had just called him the second time, and
Sammy had grunted "Ye-aw-w-w!" and turned over for another nap, when the
door opened softly.</p>
<div class="figcenter"> <SPAN name="illus-040" id="illus-040"></SPAN> <ANTIMG src="images/ng11.jpg" alt="Sammy didn't see the little man with twinkling eyes and queer clothes who entered the room" title="" /><br/> <span class="caption">Sammy didn't see the little man with twinkling eyes and queer clothes who entered the room</span></div>
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<p><SPAN class="pagenum" name="page_n19" id="page_n19" title="19"></SPAN>Creep, creep, creep, came quiet steps. But Sammy didn't see the little
man with twinkling eyes and queer clothes enter the room. He didn't know
that the little man lifted him out of bed, slipped him quickly into a
sack, and swung him over his shoulder. Sammy was too fast asleep to know
anything.</p>
<p>"Crickety, flickety, fle-flo-fli!" cried the little man. And away they
flew, straight through the window!</p>
<p>And still Sammy slept. He didn't know he was not in his own bed till the
little man slipped him out of the sack and gave him a shake.</p>
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<p>"Ye-aw-w-w!" muttered Sammy sleepily.</p>
<p>"So you are Sammy Sleepyhead!" a loud voice interrupted him. Sammy woke
up so quickly that he bit his tongue. "I know you. You're the little boy
that never gets up when he's called."</p>
<p><SPAN class="pagenum" name="page_n20" id="page_n20" title="20"></SPAN>Sammy looked about him in surprise. He was in a room filled with the
queerest little men he had ever seen, men with funny clothes and twinkly
eyes; while right in front of him on a throne sat a very splendid
person. Sammy knew by his robes and his crown that this splendid person
must be a king.</p>
<p>Sammy had never before seen a real king. He opened his mouth in awe.</p>
<p>The king thought Sammy was going to yawn.</p>
<p>"No yawning here!" he cried, giving Sammy a sharp little rap with his
scepter. "This is the Land of the Wide-Awakes. We always wake up the
sleepy people."</p>
<p>And then, just because he knew he mustn't, Sammy yawned. "Ye-aw-w-w!" he
said, so loud that it frightened him, and he clapped his hand quickly
over his mouth.</p>
<p>But the king had heard him.</p>
<p>"Sleepy Cure Number One, men!" he cried.</p>
<p>The men in the funny clothes at once formed in two lines, facing each
other and twinkling more than ever.</p>
<p><SPAN class="pagenum" name="page_n21" id="page_n21" title="21"></SPAN>"Sammy Sleepyhead, step forward between the lines," commanded the king
sternly.</p>
<p>Sammy saw each queer little man pull a small paddle from his pocket. His
knees were shaking with fear, but he dared not disobey.</p>
<p>"Run!" ordered the king.</p>
<p>Sammy started. Spat! went the first paddle. "Ouch!" screamed Sammy.</p>
<p>"Faster!" cried the king.</p>
<p>Spat! Spat! Spat! went the paddles as he ran. "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"
screamed Sammy.</p>
<p>"Done!" cried the king, as Sammy, breathless and crying, reached the end
of the lines.</p>
<p>"Awake? Cured?" inquired the king.</p>
<p>"Uh—uh—uh-huh!" hiccoughed Sammy, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of
his nightie.</p>
<p>"No, you're not," cried the king. "Only sleepyheads say 'Uh-huh.' Cure
Number Two!"</p>
<p>Poor Sammy stood, scared and crying, while the little men, grinning
broadly now, brought big sponges dripping with water.</p>
<p>"Squeeze!" cried the king.</p>
<p>Squash! went the first sponge, right over Sammy's head.</p>
<p><SPAN class="pagenum" name="page_n22" id="page_n22" title="22"></SPAN>"Ugh!" screamed Sammy as the ice-cold water poured down his back. "Ugh!
Ugh!"</p>
<p>The next little man stepped up, lifted his sponge, started to squeeze
it, then changed his mind.</p>
<p>"Crickety, flickety, fle-flo-fli!" he cried instead.</p>
<p>The next thing Sammy knew, he was standing in his own bathtub, wet and
shivering. His father stood beside him, holding a big dipper.</p>
<p>"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" gasped Sammy, while the water dripped from his yellow
head.</p>
<p>"I'm sorry, Sammy," said his father, handing him a towel. "But we can't
have any more of this nonsense about getting up. This will happen every
time you have to be called more than once. Dry yourself now, and hurry
into your clothes."</p>
<p>Sammy gulped and nodded. He couldn't think of anything to say just then.
But he did as his father told him to, and never once dug his fists into
his eyes or said "Ye-aw-w-w."</p>
<p>The next day he joined the Wide-Awakes. Sammy Sleepyhead was cured.</p>
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