Linton.—Yes, Mrs. Benn.
Mrs. Benn.—Very well. L'y them down first. Then the quilt folded so, then yourself in between.
Linton (anxiously).—You mean I'm to get in between the newspapers and the quilt.
Mrs. Benn.—No, no, no. Now look. (Linton drops to his knees on the floor beside the quilt.) You are to get in between the two layers of quilt.
Linton.—Ah, I see. But, then, what are the newspapers for?
Mrs. Benn (on a deadly note).—To keep the cold and damp out.
(Benn has lighted his pipe while watching the proceedings. Now, between puffs, he speaks.)
(Benn has lighted his pipe while watching the proceedings. Now, between puffs, he speaks.)
Benn.—To be sure. There's nothink much colder and damper than a cement floor. You'd get your death sleepin' on it if you didn't 'ave them nice warm noospipers under yer. And
