"I hope not. I never thought of that. Nellie won't give us another basin of food."
"She hasn't given him anything to drink."
"He must drink water out of the water-bottle. We filled it."
"The most difficult thing is to get our sheets on his bed."
"Oh, we'll do it," said Freda airily. "We'll manage it when Nurse goes down for her supper. She always has it in the housekeeper's room."
They walked round the room. The bed was a big one; there was a chintz-covered couch at the foot of it, and a big easy-chair. A writing-table was in one corner and a bookcase in the other. The carpet was thick and soft to tread upon. Damask curtains hung over the window.
"I'm sure he'll find it very comfortable," said Daffy, smelling the soap on the washing-stand.
"I wonder if he's got a hairbrush and toothbrush and all he wants?"
"Oh yes, he had a bundle. We'll put his basin on the writing-table. It has got a mutton chop in it, and some cold potatoes, and a piece of bacon, and then there's some rice pudding, and a dry bit of cake, and a piece of jam roll. But it's all mixed up. It must taste very nasty."
Freda had been carefully examining the contents of the basin. Now she placed it on the table, and then she and Daffy slipped out of the room.