AN OFF-DAY 63 



door to mine, mind you, with between us 

 only a wooden partition which did not 

 come within three feet of the ceiling. Just 

 what I expected ! There he was, with his 

 head underneath the blankets, sound asleep, 

 and I firmly believe that the last trumpet 

 wouldn't have awakened him before his 

 proper rising hour of four a.m. However, a 

 shake did ; and I led him, half asleep, into 

 my room, which he surveyed in horror. 

 And a sight it was ! A stream of milk 

 half way across the floor; cups, saucers, 

 teapot, tea-leaves, knives, forks, spoons, 

 books, clothes, rice, and chicken bones 

 scattered about, while I stood in the midst 

 of the cttbris in a flannel-shirt and knickers 

 (my night garments on the expedition) 

 with the candle high over my head, and 

 wrath in my bleary eyes, pointing at the 

 mess ! I think he thought I had gone 

 mad, but I soon explained the position, 

 and left him to make a blaze and straighten 

 things up a bit, while I had a smoke by 

 the fire. That was the last time he left 



