“Oh, you fellows make me tired,” said Dan good-naturedly, rolling off the bed. “Come on, Nel.”
Nelson allowed himself to be pulled to the floor, and then found his feet.
“All right, Dan,” he said. “Let’s go. They have no sense of humor here. They’re a stupid lot, anyway. Barry’s the only one who has any sense.”
“Hold on!” cried Tom, as the door was closing. “I want to know which of the two had the lower berth.”
“Find out,” replied Dan disgustedly.
Later, when the lights were out, and Dan and Nelson had composed themselves for slumber, the latter broke the silence.
“Say, Dan!”
“Yep.”
“What was the rest of that story?”
“Will you shut up and let me tell it?” asked Dan suspiciously.