"We are
having a slumber party."
"Yes, all party and no slumber," muttered David.
"Well, I am glad I happened in. I was lonesome off there by myself.
You know you do get sick of being alone all the time. Shove over, old
man, and I'll join the party."
David looked at him in astonishment.
"Nothing doing," he said. "This cot isn't big enough for two. Go in
and use Carol's bed if you like."
"It's too far off," objected Gooding. "Be sociable, Duke."
"There isn't any mattress there anyhow," said Carol.
They looked at one another in a quandary.
"Go on back to bed, Gooding," said David, at last. "This is no time
for conversation."
Gooding would not hear of it. "Here I am and here I stay," he said
with finality. "I've been seeing white shadows and feeling clammy
fingers all night."
"Well, what are you going to do? We've got a full house, you can see
that."
"Go and get your own mattress and blankets and use them on my bed,"
urged Carol.
Miss Landbury turned on her side and closed her eyes. She was taken
care of, she should worry over Mr. Gooding!
"I don't want to stay in there by myself," said Gooding again. "Isn't
there room out here?"
"Do you see any?"
"Well, I'll move in the room with you," volunteered David.
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