There were two beds in the room and in one bed there was a fellow: and when they went in he called out:
—Hello! It's young Dedalus! What's up?
—The sky is up, Brother Michael said.
He was a fellow out of the third of grammar and,while Stephen was undressing, he asked Brother Michael to bring him a round of buttered toast.
—Ah, do! he said.
—Butter you up! said Brother Michael. You'll get your walking papers in the morning when the doctor comes.
