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On the port or southern side of the promenade deck the officers sported their pajamas both day and night, and were expected to appear in khaki or serge, and consequent discomfort, only at table, on drill or duty, and when visiting the starboard side, which, abaft the captain's room, was by common consent given up to the women.

He went rather white at that, and Charlie Sands coming down at that moment with a pair of red-and-white pajamas under his arm and a toothbrush sticking out of his breast pocket, romance, as Jasper said later in referring to it, "was buried in Sands." Jasper went up to Bettina and held out his hand. "You'll wish me luck, won't you?" "Of course." She took his hand.

"Yes, in my wife's boudoir on the first bedroom floor." "When did you last see Mr. Spencer alive?" "When I showed him into his bedroom and loaned him a pair of pajamas." "Did you help him undress?" "No, as he assured me, with drunken gravity, that he could manage it himself." "Did you inform your wife and daughter that Mr. Spencer was spending the night in your house?" "No.

"Somebody may have twisted the cushion," I objected, but he looked hurt, and I desisted. "There is only one discrepancy," he admitted, "but it troubles me. According to Mrs. Carter, at the farmhouse, our man wore gaudy pajamas, while I found here only the most severely plain night-shirts." "Any buttons off?" McKnight inquired, looking again at his watch.

Once within soundings and close to a treacherous shore, with only Spanish authority to rely on as to rocks, reefs, and shoals, no wonder old Butt could have no women on the bridge, this, too, at the very time they most wished to be there, since everything worth seeing lay on the port or southern side, and that given up to those horrid officers and their pajamas.

Almost instantly, a light flashed in Scott's room and a head was thrust out of the window. With an exasperated groan Pachuca drew himself back again and waited. Scott's head was withdrawn, and two seconds later, Scott, himself, clad in pajamas and a bathrobe, dashed out of the cabin and was met by another figure which seemed to spring from nowhere.

Now, what's a-ailin' ob you, Bert?" and the colored girl showed by her tone of voice she was not a bit angry, but "chock-full of laugh," as Bert whispered to Harry. But the boys had not caught the bird, had not even seen it, for that matter. Both Bert and Harry were now on the roof in their pajamas.

Well, Heavisides was staying here, and the dog met him one morning as he was coming down from the bath-room. Didn't recognise him in 'pajamas' and a dressing-gown, of course, and made at him. He kept poor old Heavisides outside the landing window on top of the cistern for a quarter of an hour, till I had to come and raise the siege!"

In a warm-tinted room at the Castle, later on in the evening, the Prince, in pajamas, was discoursing bravely on the idiosyncrasies of Fate. His only auditor was the mournful Loraine, who sat beside the royal bed in which he wriggled vaguely. The attendants were far down the room. "Never mind, Aunt Loraine, you can't help it. I'm just as sorry as you are. Say, are you in love with him?"

Arethusa nodded towards the frolicking chorus girls who were just immediately back of the foot-lights, all with arms out-stretched to their responsive audience, singing vociferously of unintelligible words. "It's.... It's the girls." "Yes...." "They.... They have on pa ... pajamas." She stumbled a little over the word. "Yes...." encouraged Mr. Bennet once more.