“Tell you what I’ll do,” his father said, “I’ll sing chanel bags you one song, and then you be a good boy and go on to sleep. Will you do that?” The child pressed his forehead upward against the strong warm hand and nodded.
     “What’ll we sing?” his father asked.
     “Froggy would a wooin go,” said the child; it was the longest.
     “At’s a long one,” his father said, “at’s a long old song. You won’t ever be awake that long, will you?”
     He nodded.
     “Ah right,” said his father; and the child took a fresh hold on Jackie and settled back looking up at him. He ugg boots clearance sang very low and very quietly: Frog he would a wooin’ go uh-hooooo!, Frog he would go wooin’ go uh-hooooo, uh-hoooooo, and all about the courting-clothes the frog wore, and about the difficulties and ultimate success of the courtship and what several of the neighbors said and who the preacher would be and what he said about the match, uhhoooo, and finally, what will the weddin supper be uhooooo, catfish balls and sassafras tea uhhoooo, while he gazed at the wall and the child gazed up into his eyes which authentic damier canvas bags for cheap did not look at him and into the singing face in the dark. Every couple of verses or so the father glanced down, but the child’s eyes were as darkly and steadfastly open at the end of the long song as at the beginning, though it was beginning to be an effort for him.
     He was amused and pleased. Once he got started singing, he always loved to sing. There were ever so many of the old songs that he knew, which he liked best, and also some of the popular louis vuitton azur canvas bag outlet songs; and although he would have been embarrassed if he had been made conscious of it, he also enjoyed the sound of his own voice. “Ain’t you asleep yet?” he said, but even the child felt there was no danger of his leaving, and shook his head quite frankly.
     “Sing gallon,” he said, for he liked the amusement he knew would come into his father’s face, though he did not understand it. It came, and he struck up the song, still more quietly because it was a fast, sassy tune that cheapest louis vuitton damier ebene canvas would be likely to wake you up. He was amused because his son had always mistaken the words “gal and” for “gallon,” and because his wife and to a less extent her relatives were not entirely amused by his amusement. They felt, he knew, that he was not a man to take the word “gallon” so purely as a joke; not that the drinking had been any sort of problem, for a long time now. He sang.