I fumbled around until I found him shut in between the lining and the cloth. I pulled him out and greeted him effusively.
“How did you ever get there?”
“I have a habit of going out at night.”
“A very bad one.”
“Well, what do you expect me to do? I don’t sleep. Last night I went out as usual. Your watch near my house made such an abominable noise, tic, tac! It was like a blacksmith’s forge. Never mind. I went out and took a trip over your clothes.”
“Over my clothes?”
“Exactly; you had thrown them on the floor, and they made a beautiful landscape.”
“A landscape?”
“Surely. All in a heap they looked like mountains and valleys, ravines, plains, precipices and grottoes—all kinds of things. It was a great pleasure to travel all over it. I climbed up and slid down. I sat on round things like immense tubes.”
“They were folds.”