Over that is the tarp, and now I'm spreading down the blankets.

You can feel 'em--soft ones--_good_ blankets, I can tell you! Whole bed's kind of soft and springy, ma'am.

You reckon you can sleep ?" Responsively she stretched out a hand and felt across the surface of the soft new blankets.
"Why, where are the sheets ?" said she.
"Sheets!" said Sim Gage in sudden consternation.

"Now, look at that! That ornery low-down pup that come and stole my dish pan must of took all my sheets too! Fact is, I just made it up with blankets, like you see.

But you needn't mind--they're plumb new and clean.