I wish I had a dust-sheet, but it can't be helped, I must do without one.

Now, steady! I am going to move your bed out from the wall.

One, two, three, and be off!" and with a tug of her strong young arms she truckled the bed out into the middle of the room.

Charlie was enraptured.

He found it impossible to keep his head covered, dust or no dust.
"How funny it looks, and how nice, everything seems different.
Jessie, don't you think my bed could stay out here ?" "Well, no," said Jessie, "it would be too much in the way stuck right out in the middle of the room, but I dare say mother wouldn't mind your having it somewhere else for a change.