“Not a wink. I tried to, but it was no go. I kept dreaming the most horrible things all about murder and bloodshed!”
“That was pleasant.”
“Nit. Did you sleep?”
“Like a top.”
“Confound you!” exclaimed Rattleton, as if provoked. “I believe you could sleep under any circumstances.”
“I hardly think I should have slept had not the proctor turned up all right. That relieved my mind.”
“It did mine for a time, but, after thinking the thing all over, I got into a stew pretty nearly as bad as before.”
“How was that?”
“Why, I thought the whole thing out, and I can see the whole crowd of us is dead sure of being expelled.”
“Think so?”