"On the floor or anywhere.
Home, I sleep on pa's coat on a store-box, and Jimmy and Belle they sleep on the storebox, too.

I sleep between them, so's I don't roll off and crack my head.

Ain't you got a storebox and a old coat ?" Wesley arose and opened a folding lounge.

Then he brought an armload of clean horse blankets from a closet.
"These don't look like the nice white bed a little boy should have, Billy," he said, "but we'll make them do.

This will beat a storebox all hollow." Billy took a long leap for the lounge.