Harris said I encouraged him. I didn’t encourage him. A dog like that don’t want any encouragement. It’s the natural, original sin that is born in him that makes him do things like that.
The packing was done at 12.50; and Harris sat on the big hamper, and said he hoped nothing would be found broken. George said that if anything was broken it was broken, which reflection seemed to comfort him. He also said he was ready for bed.
We were all ready for bed. Harris was to sleep with us that night, and we went upstairs.
We tossed for beds, and Harris had to sleep with me. He said:
"Do you prefer the inside or the outside, J.?"
I said I generally preferred to sleep INSIDE a bed.
Harris said it was old.
George said:
"What time shall I wake you fellows?"
Harris said:
"Seven."
I said:
"No – six," because I wanted to write some letters.
Harris and I had a bit of a row over it, but at last split the difference, and said half – past six.
"Wake us at 6.30, George," we said.
George made no answer, and we found, on going over, that he had been asleep for some time; so we placed the bath where he could tumble into it on getting out in the morning, and went to bed ourselves.
Mrs. P. arouses us. – George, the sluggard. – The "weather forecast" swindle. – Our luggage. – Depravity of the small boy. – The people gather round us. – We drive off in great style, and arrive at Waterloo. – Innocence of South Western officials concerning such worldly things as trains. – We are afloat, afloat in an open boat
It was Mrs. Poppets that woke me up next morning.
She said:
"Do you know that it’s nearly nine o’clock, sir?"
"Nine o' what?" I cried, starting up.
"Nine o’clock," she replied, through the keyhole. "I thought you was a – oversleeping yourselves."
I woke Harris, and told him. He said:
"I thought you wanted to get up at six?"
"So I did," I answered; "why didn’t you wake me?"
"How could I wake you, when you didn’t wake me?" he retorted. "Now we shan’t get on the water till after twelve. I wonder you take the trouble to get up at all."
"Um," I replied, "lucky for you that I do. If I hadn’t woke you, you’d have lain there for the whole fortnight."
We snarled at one another in this strain for the next few minutes, when we were interrupted by a defiant snore from George.