"Speaking of sleeping, I never see anything like the nap Hellwig's taking. Do you suppose we oughta go wake him up?"
"Oh, no. He's probably tired after the long bus ride. Let's just let him rest until dinner is ready."
Grant wasn't home by the time dinner was ready to put on the table. I went out into the office and looked through the window, across the street. He was standing on the porch in front of the office of the Blue Bonnet motel.
I pressed the switch, turning the "Moonrise Motel" sign on and off several times rapidly. It was one of the systems I used to break up his talk-fests, which might otherwise last for hours and hours. When he was at the grocery store, immersed in conversation with the plump Mr. Bertram, I could motion to him through the kitchen window that I wanted him to come home. (If he happened to be looking toward the kitchen window!)
When Grant came in I called to him, "Go wake up Hellwig and tell him to come to dinner, will you? He's in 14, you know."
Grant picked me up and swung me into the air. "Dinner? Good! I thought you were calling me home because you had some work for me to do." Then he set me down abruptly.
"14! Nope, you must be mistaken. I rented 14 to two girls while you and Grandma were cleaning house."
Grant showed me the day's list of cabin numbers and people's names. "Scoville" was written after number 14.
"Oh, I did forget to write Hellwig's name down," I said. "Grandma asked me for the vacuum cleaner as soon as I came in, and I forgot all about writing his name after 14. But you must have rented some other cabin to those girls, and accidently written their name down after 14 instead. You couldn't have rented them 14, because Hellwig was lying right there on the bed taking a nap."
"I rented the cabin as a single," Grant said. "The door to the back bedroom was shut, so I quick locked it--see, here's the key."