He swung out of bed, stepped into his bath-slippers, and, passing swiftly to the door, opened it.

Gerald stood there, fully dressed.
"I'm going to town on the early train," began the boy--"I thought I'd tell you--" "Nonsense! Gerald, go back to bed!" "I can't sleep, Philip--" "Can't sleep?
Oh, that's the trouble, is it?
Well, then, sit here and talk to me." He gave a mighty yawn--"I'm not sleepy, either; I can go days without it.

Here!--here's a comfortable chair to sprawl in.

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