For two reasons Betsy could hardly hear the last of Sue’s tirade. She had covered up head, ears and all. Sue had run in the bathroom to dress where it was warmer and had closed the door.
“What’s all the commotion?” Mimi asked. The bell had awakened her but she had not stirred. If she moved out of her warm place she touched cold sheets.
“The greatest disaster in contemporary history,” came Betsy’s muffled voice from the adjoining bed. “On this, perhaps the only Friday morning of the year when we could miss breakfast and stay in bed our energetic friend, Sue, has to sound a triple alarm and fire a nineteen gun salute! Sue,” she yelled poking her head out, “I hope you’re freezing.”
“What’s this rot about not getting up?”
Sue, fully dressed opened the bathroom door and entered, a glass of cold water in her hand.
“We’re not getting up! Don’t tell me the fact that one may cut breakfast and enjoy a little free time today because of term-end failed to penetrate your skull?”
Betsy was wide awake and chattering away just because she wished she were sleepy. All eyes fixed with dread on the glass of water; she, Mimi, and Chloe watched Sue’s expression sag.
“Woe is me! I did forget. Move over Betsy I’m coming back to bed clothes and all.”
Sue set the glass on the floor took one jump and landed in bed. Betsy swirled and spiraled and succeeded in wrapping all the covers around her. Sue pulled and jerked without success.
“All right, I’ll get in with Chloe and Mimi. They’re not old meanies.”