 I tell you, it isn't anywhere near as dawn. Oh, just because you're restless, no reason I should be kept awake. Lord have mercy, Jonathan, sleeping with you is like sleeping with a colt. Dreaming about invasion. Well, you dream about something else. Dream about that field you got to plow. That field ought to have been plowed two weeks ago. It would have been, too, if you men hadn't gotten up this gub-dumb foolishness forming that crazy brigade.