"How about the windows?" said Dink.
"They're a cinch," said the Shad. "When you get the shade down and the shutters closed a blanket will fix them snug as a bug in a rug. Now, at nine o'clock we can go to bed without suffering from drafts. Ha, ha—joke."
"Burn the midnight oil, etceteray—etcetera."
"To-morrow," said the Tennessee Shad, "Volts Mashon is going to install a safety light for us."
"Elucidate," said Dink.
"A safety light is a light that has a connection with the door. Shut door, light; open door, where is Moses? Midnight reading made a pleasure."
"Oh, I've heard of that before," said Finnegan.
The Tennessee Shad, meanwhile, had been busy stretching a string from his bed to the hot-air register and from a stick at the foot of his bed to a pulley at the top.
Stover and Finnegan waited respectfully until the Shad, having finished his operations, deigned to give a practical exhibition.