Hugh made a face; but when John's voice took that tone it was of no use objecting, so they sorted out and put up as quickly as they could, Hugh privately shirking any idea of thoroughness, till about twelve o'clock order once more reigned, and the boys' spirits began to rise.
"I say," remarked John, surveying his new domain, "I wish I'd asked Jane to clean this while we were putting up, it looks mighty dusty and queer."
"Well, we can't now," said Hugh.
"No, I daresay it would take ages."
"I can sweep it," said Hugh; "but that would be a hindrance; let's get in the things and they'll cover up the dirt."
"Nice that!" remarked John; "but as it is not your room it won't matter."
"No," assented Hugh; "and if it were, I should not care particularly. Now, John, what is the first thing to do?"
"Bring up the chest of drawers."
"That's my chest of drawers. You don't mean to say——"
"Well, what am I to do?" said John, pausing in this first difficulty; "you can't suppose I can go without a chest of drawers."