"So I made him get into the spare-room bed, 'cause it's a feather-bed, and then I put all the eider-downs over him, and I expect he's as safe as can be." Dr.Trenire gave a low whistle and started to his feet.
"Very thoughtful of you, child," he said, trying not to smile, "and I expect Tony is safe enough, if he isn't cooked or suffocated.

For my part, I should prefer the risk to such a protection in this weather.
I'll go and rescue him." But Kitty had already flown.
"I forgot to tell Kitty," went on Betty thoughtfully, "that I think the moths have got into the eider-downs, such a lot of them flew out when I moved the quilts." Dr.Trenire groaned.

"I suppose the quilts have never been attended to or put away since we ceased to use them ?" "No," said Betty gravely.

"You see, if they are on the spare-room bed they are all out in readiness for when we want them." "And for the moths when they want them," sighed her father.

"I expect they will not leave much for us." Kitty, her father's half-jesting words filling her with a deep alarm, had meanwhile raced up to the spare room.