“I shall never go to sleep in here like this. My hair’s getting quite wet. Isn’t yours?”
Burrrr!
“I say, Dean, don’t be so horribly wide awake. I can’t go to sleep if you are. Can you?”
“Eh?”
“Feel sleepy?” said Mark mockingly. “That I wasn’t. I wish you wouldn’t be so fond of trying to make jokes when we come to bed.”
“Well, you can do as you like,” said Mark, laughing, “but I’m going to lie with my head outside in the air.”
“Eh? Yes, it is hot,” said Dean, turning over. “I say, what are you doing?”
“Getting up.”
“What for? Can’t be morning yet.”
“Oh, no,” said Mark, laughing; “not quite. Oh, what a fellow you are! There, rouse up and let me throw a blanket over the big chest, and when I have tied back the tilt we will lie with our heads out there, and perhaps we shall be able to breathe the cool air.”