A great many invalids do, you know." "But, good heaven, I'm not an invalid," he remonstrated feebly.
"Of course, you're not, but can't you _say_ you are?
It's quite simple.
You sleep in the open air because it does your lungs so much good.

Oh, I know! It isn't necessary to expand your chest like that.

They're perfectly sound, I daresay.

I should think you'd rather enjoy the fresh air.

Besides, there isn't a room to be had in the hotel." "But suppose it should rain!" he protested, knowing full well he was doomed.
"You poor boy, haven't you an umbrella ?" she cried with such a perfectly entrancing laugh that he would have slept out in a hailstorm to provide recompense.