You can always sleep when you feel like it.

And every morning we peel the bed--that is, we dispense with a layer of mattress and _presto_! I have a fresh bed until the hay's gone.

We bought a new load this morning." Swept by an irresistible spasm of laughter, Diane stared wildly about the hay-camp.
"And Ras ?" she begged faintly.
"Well," said Philip slowly, "Ras is peculiarly gifted.

He can sleep anywhere.

Sometimes he sleeps stretched out on the padded seat of the wagon, and sometimes he sleeps under it--the wagon I mean; not in the pantry.