"What do they want testering the beds for! Is that some new crank got
into the guvment?"
"Rufus, Rufus, you'll be the death of your poor old father yet with your
ignorance. Who said anything about testing the beds? It's a pedestrian
tower, a holiday walking journey for the good of their healths, the
gentlemen are taking. Whisht, now, they're waking up. Good morning to
you, sirs; did I wake you up laughing at the Baby?"
The roused sleepers returned the salutation, and greeted the new comer,
apologizing for depriving him of his comfortable bed. Rufus replied
civilly, with a frank, open manner that won their respect, and, when
they had hastily dressed, led them to the pump, where he placed a tin
basin, soap and towels, at their disposal. After ablutions, they
questioned him as to the events of last evening, and were soon in
nominal acquaintance with all the country side. He was indignant at the
free and easy conduct of a self-invited guest called Rodden, who wanted
to dance with all the prettiest girls and to play cards. "But when he
said cards, Annerew, that's a sesayder, told him to clare, although it
was only four in the morning, and he had to clare, and is on his way to
Flanders now.
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