nelly, with a round, bumpy sort of head at one end.
"Oh, how did you do it!" I said. "Oh, Jerry, you brick!"
"I chopped a big piece out of your skirt," he said. "I hope you don't mind. I happened to have the string off the sandwich bundle in my pocket, and I squeezed up a head and tied it."
Greg was a little frightened when Jerry leaned over him suddenly.
"It's just me, Greg," Jerry said; "just Jerry-o. Here's Simpson, old lamb."
I'd never heard Jerry's voice at all like that before. I don't know whether Greg really thought it was Simpson, but he took it and sighed—a long, quivery sort of sigh, the way very little children do when they're asleep sometimes.
Then there was no sound at all but the different horrid noises that the Monster made.