The door closed.

Captain Cy, his hands in his pockets, walked up and down the length of the sitting room.

The expression on his face was a queer one.
"I haven't got any nightgown," called a voice from the other room.

The captain gasped.
"Good land! so you ain't," he exclaimed.

"What in the world--Humph! I wonder--" He went to the lower drawer of a tall "highboy" and, from the tumbled mass of apparel therein took one of his own night garments.
"Here's one," he said, coming back with it in his hand.