I know one thing, though, and that is that I'm mighty glad I don't room with Durkin and have to listen to that fiddling of his!" "That's not much worse than your snoring," replied Steve unkindly.
The next day further search revealed a cushion which just fitted the window-seat, not surprising in view of the fact that the window-seats throughout the dormitories were fairly uniform in size.

The cushion cost them two dollars.

It was covered with faded green corduroy and in places was pretty well flattened out by much service.

But it answered their purpose and really looked quite fine when in place.

Tom cast doubts on the positive assertion of the seller that it was filled with genuine hair, but Steve said that didn't matter as long as it was comfortable.
They piled their three pillows on it and stretched themselves out on it, one at a time, and voted it good enough for anyone.