Approximately three o'clock.
I have to get up to use the tin can under my bed, which, to be on the safe side, has a rubber mat underneath in case of leaks.
I always hold my breath while I go, since it clatters into the can like a brook down a mountainside.
The potty is returned to its place, and the figure in the white nightgown
(the one that causes Margot to exclaim every evening, “Oh, that indecent nighty!”) climbs back into bed.
A certain somebody lies awake for about fifteen minutes, listening to the sounds of the night.
In the first place, to hear whether there are any burglars downstairs,
and then to the various beds -- upstairs, next door and in my room -- to tell whether the others are asleep or half awake.
This is no fun, especially when it concerns a member of the family named Dr. Dussel.
First, there's the sound of a fish gasping for air, and this is repeated nine or ten times.
Then, the lips are moistened profusely. This is alternated with little smacking sounds,
followed by a long period of tossing and turning and rearranging the pillows.
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