Chapter XXXII'You slept quite well for a time,' the girl told him, lovingly and gently. 'Is there anything you would like me to do?' 'Nothing,' the Colonel said. 'Thank you.' Then he turned bad and he said, 'Daughter, I could sleep good straight up and down in the electric chair with my pants slit and my hair clipped. I sleep as, and when, I need it.' 'I can never be like that,' the girl said, sleepily. 'I sleep when I am sleepy.' 'You're lovely,' the Colonel told her. 'And you sleep better than anyone ever slept.' 'I am not proud of it,' the girl said, very sleepily. 'It is just something that I do.' 'Do it, please.' 'No. Tell me very low and soft and put your bad hand in mine.' 'The hell with my bad hand,' the Colonel said. 'Since when was it so bad?' 'It's bad,' the girl said.

