"If we don't you can have my pajamas." "What'll you wear ?" asked Steve more graciously.
"Anything.

I don't mind.

I say, Steve, let's see what's in the bag he left!" "Would you ?" asked Steve doubtfully.
"Why not?
He's got yours, hasn't he ?" Steve lifted the suit-case to the seat beside him and tried the catch.
It was not locked and opened readily.

There wasn't a great deal in it: a pair of lavender pajamas at which Steve sniffed sarcastically, a travelling case fitted with inexpensive brushes and things and marked "A.

L.M.," a pair of slippers, a magazine, a soiled collar, one clean handkerchief and a grey flannel cap with a red B sewed on the front above the visor.
"Wonder whose they are," mused Tom, as Steve spread the trousers of the pajamas out and viewed them dubiously.