“Certainly,” answered Will, with all the pride of possession. “That’s where the beauty of these things comes in. It makes all the difference in the world between comfort and discomfort.”
“But how does it work?” asked Mollie, impatiently.
“Just a moment, fair maid. I’m coming to that,” protested Will. “You see, it’s this way. You roll all your bedclothes inside this flap, whatever you think you may need. Then you crawl in——”
“Allee same Indian pappoose, eh,” murmured Betty, irrepressibly.
“About the same idea,” agreed Will. “Only a little more so. After you’ve tucked your covers in comfortably about you, you lace this outside flap up to your chin and, presto, you’ve got the most complete sleeping bag in captivity.”
“Seems almost too good to be true,” drawled Grace. “Won’t this sleeping bag be a little too warm for comfort?”
“Depends on how many covers you use,” returned Will.
“I suppose,” said the Little Captain, “it’s also pretty good for keeping the bugs off.”
“Precisely,” returned Will, enthusiastically. “Completely puzzles the little dears, and by the time they’ve figured out how to get at you——”
“They have tired of the hunt and gone to find easier game,” finished Frank.