“Nope!”
“Nor the alarm clock?”
“Never! Even if it doesn’t keep time, and goes off in the middle of the night. No, Phil, we’ll take ’em along to our new room. But, for the life of me, I don’t see how we’re going to move that sofa. It will collapse if we lift both ends at once.”
“I suppose so, but we’ve got to take it, even if we move it in sections, Tom.”
“Of course, only I don’t see——”
“I have it!” cried Phil suddenly. “I know how to do it!”
“How?”
“Splice it.”
“Splice it? What do you think it is—a rope ladder? You must be in love, or getting over the measles.”
“No, I mean just what I say. We’ll splice it. You wait. I’ll go down cellar, and get some pieces of board from the janitor. Also a hammer and some nails. We’ll save the old sofa yet, Tom.”