and it was NOT SNORING ANY LONGER.

There was nothing stirring, and
no sound except the drip, drop,
drop drip of water trickling from
the mattress.


Mr. Tod watched it for half an
hour; his eyes glistened.

Then he cut a caper, and became
so bold that he even tapped at
the window; but the bundle never
moved.

Yes--there was no doubt about
it--it had turned out even better
than he had planned; the pail had
hit poor old Tommy Brock, and
killed him dead!


"I will bury that nasty person in
the hole which he has dug. I will
bring my bedding out, and dry it in
the sun," said Mr. Tod.

"I will wash the tablecloth and
spread it on the grass in the sun to