"Thank you" said Leslie and locking the door he turned to Sylvia who by this time was wandering hopelessly about the filthy garret.
"We'll make the bed anyhow" said Leslie "get out your sheets Sylvia."
She obeyed and Leslie kneeling on the floor began to sort out the rags. He found an old blanket which being a shade cleaner than the others he laid upon the floor covering it with a clean sheet; then stuffing his jacket inside the pillow case he made it into a pillow, he then laid another sheet over that and covered it with his and Sylvia's overcoats, he pronounced the bed made.
"How very dreadful!" gasped Sylvia "I can not sleep upon that bed."
"You must" said Leslie throwing open the window to air the room.
The next morning Leslie, who had sat by the open window all night began to collect the bed clothes and turning to Sylvia said "we will get out of this as soon as ever we can."
Then finding a drop of filthy water in a cracked basin he proceeded to wash his face and hands, though Sylvia said she would rather go dirty than use such water.
Just then Old Nan entred and looking round said "well now I hope you have had a pleasant night."
"Oh very" stammered poor Leslie.
"I think we are going now, if you will tell me what it comes to."