“I don’t like to be buried so soon after supper,” he complained. “Is this some new game that you are trying to play on me?”
“Yes. It is a game to keep you from falling out of bed and making a mess of yourself,” replied Tom tersely.
CHAPTER XVII
IN THE LAND OF PINK SNOWS
“I—I think I should prefer to sleep downstairs,” stammered Stacy.
“If that is the way you feel, you have only to roll over and you will be downstairs for keeps,” promised Lieutenant Wingate.
“All right, I’ll sleep in the hole in the ground, but don’t you dare throw dirt on me,” warned Stacy, crawling into the trench and cautiously disposing of himself to see if his bed fitted. “This isn’t even half a bed, Tom. How am I going to turn over?”
“Don’t,” laughed Grace.
“Yes, please do,” urged Emma.
“Wow!” muttered Chunky sitting up and peering over the edge of his bed at the cloud-sea rolling slowly along just below the camp. “Wouldn’t it be a terrible catastrophe if I were to be transmigrated out of bed?”
“That depends upon the point of view,” suggested Emma.