"You must remember that you are a good many thousand feet up," the
Professor informed him.
"Up? I thought I was down in a crater."
"You are both up and down," spoke up Tad.
"Yes, I'm usually up and down, first standing on my feet then on my head," retorted Stacy. "How are we going to sleep?"
"Same as usual. Pick out your beds, then roll up in your blankets," directed Dad. "You are used to it, eh?"
"Well," drawled Chunky, "I've slept in a good many different kinds of beds, but this is the first time I ever slept in a lava bed."
True to Dad's prophecy, the snow came within half an hour.
"Better turn in before the beds get too wet," advised Dad.
All hands turned in. Sleep did not come to the boys as readily as usual. They had been sleeping in real beds too long. After a time the snow changed to rain in the warmth of the crater. Chunky got up disgustedly.
"I'm tired of sleeping in the bath tub," he declared. "Think I'll move into the hall bedroom."