Bed's a good place to keep off icicles.
There's my bedroom right in there.

You could turn in just as well as not.

Bunk ain't made yet, but I can shake it up in no time.
Say--er--er--you can undress yourself, can't you ?" "Oh, yes, sir! Course I can! I'm most eight." "Sure you are! Don't act a mite babyish.

All right, you set still till I shake up that bunk." He entered the chamber, his own, opening from the sitting room, and proceeded, literally, to "shake up" the bed.

It was not a lengthy process and, when it was completed, he returned to find his visitor already divested of the coat and standing before the stove.
"I guess perhaps you'll have to help undo me behind," observed the young lady.