Well, that's good; sleep's a good thing.

Cal'late I'll turn in and get a little myself." He moved toward the living room.

At the door he paused and asked another question.
"How'd you--er--guess there was fog last night ?" he inquired.
"Oh, that was easy; everything--grass and bushes--were so wet this morning.

Those boots of yours, for example," pointing to the pair the lightkeeper had just taken off, "they look as if you had worn them wading." His back was toward his superior as he spoke, therefore he did not see the start which the latter gave at this innocent observation, nor the horrified glare at the soaked boots.

But he could not help noticing the change in Seth's voice.
"Wa--wadin' ?" repeated Atkins faintly.