There was no answer from across the room, however, and Evan tried again.
“O Rob! Get up, you lazy beggar, and close the window!”
There was a grunt and Rob flopped over and flattened himself out more comfortably, with his face buried in his arm.
Evan threw a pillow across, but missed. A second landed on Rob’s head, but only drew a grunt.
“Sluggard!” muttered Evan contemptuously.
With both pillows gone he could no longer be comfortable, and so, after a minute’s hesitation, he scrambled out of bed and dashed across to the window and sent it down with a crash loud enough to awaken anybody but Rob. Shivering, Evan got some of his clothes on. Then he pulled blanket and sheet from the slumberer and gleefully watched results. Rob drew his legs up with a protesting murmur and sleepily groped for the bed-clothes. Not finding them, he opened one eye and discovered his plight. Then he opened the other eye and regarded Evan blinkingly.
“Huh?” he muttered inquiringly.
“Get up,” said Evan sternly.
“Huh?” Rob’s eyes closed slowly.
“Get up, you silly chump. Don’t you know you’re freezing?”