“And what about you?” inquired Nancy. “I have a cot which I can set up in the dressing room.”
“But you won’t be comfortable,” objected the girls. “Let one of us take the cot.”
“Indeed I won’t. I’m used to sleeping anywhere. Wait until I get it fixed and you’ll see how cozy it really is.”
It was. The cot fitted in between the wall and the dressing table in the tiny room which connected the living room with the bathroom; and plenty of air came in from the living room windows directly opposite, if the door between were left open.
“This is heaps of fun,” declared Martha, when they were at last in bed, and the lights had been extinguished. “Who’d ever think that this time last night we were on the ocean, and to be shipwrecked before morning, and not knowing anything about it.”
“If they could have known about it ahead of time, Mart,” laughed Nancy, “I suppose it might have been avoided.”
“I said we, not they!” retorted Martha, as she turned over with a flop. She was soon fast asleep, as was also Miss Ashton.
“Janie, are you sleepy?” whispered Nancy after a while.
“Not very. Are you?”
“No. Janie——”