T0BY-D0G

I can't. Something's made a ball in my stomach. It means to go down Iguess, but somewhat sluggyly. And then,--these _flies_, these _flies_! Theeyes start out of my head at the sight of one of them. I'm all jaws,bristling with terrible teeth (just hear them snap), yet the infernalthings escape me. 0h! my ears! 0h! my poor, sensitive, brown belly! Myfeverish nose! There! ... you see?... right on my nose! _What_ shall Ido? I squint all I can ... two of them now?... No ... only one ... no,two!... I toss them up like bits of sugar and it really is the empty air Isnap.... I'm worn out. I detest the sun, and the flies, andeverything!...

(_He wails_.)

KIKI-THE-DEMURE, (_sitting up, his eyes pale from the light andsleepiness_)