"I guess you'll have to make this do for now.

It'll fit you enough for three times to once, but it's all I've got." A small hand reached 'round the edge of the door and the nightshirt disappeared.

Captain Cy chuckled and resumed his pacing.
"I'm tucked up," called Miss Thomas.

The captain entered and found her in bed, the patchwork points and diamonds of the "Rising Sun" quilt covering her to the chin and her head denting the uppermost of the two big pillows.

Captain Cy liked to "sleep high." "Got enough over you ?" he asked.
"Yes, sir, thank you." "That's good.