“All right. I say, though, I’ve changed my mind about the beds. I’d rather have the other.”
“Honest? Well—” Martin hesitated. “You’d better stick to the one you picked out, old man. That one’s got curvature of the spine. The spring lets you down in the middle.”
“I don’t mind,” laughed Willard. “I only chose the other because I saw it was yours.”
“Oh, that was it! Well, say, if you make a kick at the Office they’ll put a new spring on for you. Logan was always threatening to do it, but he never did. He was in here with me last year.”
Willard turned the switch and felt his way to the bed. “I don’t call this very bad,” he declared when he had experimented. “Anyway, it won’t keep me awake tonight!”
“That’s good. I hope it won’t. Good night—Brand!”
“Good night, Mart!”