"I've got safety pins, roller bandages, my handkerchiefs and my purse in them so there's no room there."
"Put them in your raincoat pocket." She did so and stood up to inspect herself.
"O Lordy," she exclaimed. "I'm an imitation umbrella." Then she turned her attention to me.
"How did you get on?" she asked.
"Like you," I replied. "Only I've a pair of stockings left."
"Put them on you?" she said. "What's the use of getting boots two sizes too big for you, if you can't wear two pairs of stockings when you want to?"
I had forgotten that I could not get my size when I was buying my marching boots, and was compelled to take a pair two sizes too large. I put the stockings on.
"I never felt so big and heavy in my life before," I remarked.
"You'll be used to it by morning," she said consolingly. "Lie down and go to sleep."
"Sleep—" I commenced when she interrupted me to ask, "Nora, do you think there are any earwigs here? They might get into our ears when we are asleep."