"Who are you?" he said.
"Wookey, sir."
"What's your class?"
"Freshman, sir."
"Very well. All right. You can help me—help me up. You know me?"
"Yes, sir."
The pink pajamas approached, and with an effort he rose, and, grasping the proffered shoulder, tumbled up the steps. When he reached his room his mind seemed to clear a moment, like the sudden drifting to and fro of a fog.
"Who are you?" he said, frowning.
"Wookey, sir."
"Where do you room?"