“That’s the chute for soiled clothes. The other end is on the bedroom floor, and it saves carrying.”
“That’s as good as Patrick’s log device!” smiled Helen.
“Shall I put Christopher’s log in here?” asked Roger, lifting the top of one of the stationary tubs.
“Yes, fix it so he can crawl up and sit in the sunshine where it strikes the tub. We’ll have to draw some water from the hydrant outside; the water isn’t turned on in the house yet.”
Roger picked up a pail that was standing near by and went up the cellar stairs two at a time.
“Now, sir,” he said to Dicky when he came back, “I’ll lift you up and you can put Christopher into his new abode.”
Dicky deposited his charge gently on the log and he lay there poking out his head to enjoy the sunshine.
“Did you bring some bits of meat for him?” Roger asked.
For answer Dicky turned out of the pocket of his rompers a handful of chopped beef.
“Certainly unappetizing in appearance,” said Tom, wrinkling his nose, “but I dare say Christopher is not particular.”