"You see, he is a fearful hand to sleep in the mornings. He is not up yet,
and the morning is half gone. He said last night that he would be up in
time for breakfast, if he was alive. Well, you can hear him snoring in the
next room; but, since he is not up, I am going to consider him dead, and I
want you to put up his tombstone. Now, do you think that you can go
carefully and put this at the head of his bed without waking him?"
Laying the stone on her knee, she soon had it written over in large, plain
letters, and hoping that Plaisted might sleep till noon, as he often did,
she slipped downstairs to await results.
It is not often that a man is roused from sleep by his own tombstone
falling on him, but that is how was at last awakened. Quite likely
Frankie, fearing to awaken him, did not place it very securely. However, as
Plaisted was about to turn over for another snooze, down came the marble
slab on his papered head! It almost stunned him for a moment, but curiosity
roused him enough to find out what had struck him.
Lifting his arms above his head, he grasped the object, but not calculating
on its weight, it slipped out of his hands and bruised his head in another
spot.
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