that twice I have boxed Dumpy instead of him by mistake."

The Father Bear grunted and they were silent for a while, but presently
the Mother Bear began again, more softly than ever. "Do you know,
husband, sometimes I wonder whether Sprawley can really be my cub. If I
could only count them I might find out. If there were only one and one I
could count them, but there are more than one and one."

"Well," said Father Bear, "I should think that would be easy. Let's
see. There's Dumpy, and he's one, and Fatty, and she's one, and
Sprawley, and he's one. And now how many does that make?"

"Oh dear!" said the Mother Bear, "Don't ask me. My head's all of a
whirl already."

"Then you'd better go to sleep, my dear," said her husband. "The next
thing you know you'll be having a headache to-morrow. You think too
much."

"Yes," said the Mother Bear, sighing, "That's so; I suppose I do think
too much, but then I can't help it. I always was thinking ever since I
was a cub. It's the way I'm made. Good-night."

"Good-night," said the Father Bear, and then they, too, went to sleep.

Teddy seemed to be the only one left awake. Dumpy kept crowding up
against him and snoring with his nose close to Teddy's ear. Teddy pushed
him once or twice, but it didn't seem to make any difference. Once he
poked him so hard that the little bear gave a snort and stopped snoring
for a while, but soon he began again.