"As for you fellows, the best thing you can all do is to go back to your cradles.
Bray and I want to sleep the night through.

And you've no business here, anyway." "I'm afraid you've missed the point, suh ?" replied Anstey with bored patience.

"That is exactly why we're here, suh---because we have business here." Brayton had slipped into his bathrobe and was now crossing the room with blankets on one arm.
"Chase 'em out, Bray; don't hang any blankets for them to run a light behind," begged Dodge.
"I'm afraid I'd better," murmured Brayton, as he stood on a chair and reached up to put the blankets in place.

Didn't you hear the announcement that this is a committee of honor?
The class has a right to send one to any man, and Prescott, the class president, is here.

There, those blankets will hold and shut in all light.
Turn on the gas, Holmesy, if you will." "You'd better get into robe and slippers, too, Mr.Dodge," hinted Dunstan strongly.