"But I've simply got to get up early, Annabel," Sue insisted. "I don't want to wake you and Blue Bonnet."
"I'm rising with the dawn myself, thank you, my dear," and in a whisper Annabel sang:
"'There's going to be
There's going to be
There's going to be
A Physics test.
The girls will shiver round the hall,
Waiting for the bell to call
Them to the test.
And the greasy grinds will murmur:
"'Every little molecule has a magnet all its own,
Every little North Pole by its action may be known,
And every feeling
That comes stealing
'Round its being,
Must be revealing
Magnetic force lines,
In some appealing
Little action
All its own.'"
"And you won't be disturbing me in the least, Sue," Blue Bonnet said, "for I'm with you both. I want to have a little 'heart-to-heart' session with Mr. Emerson in the morning on his compensation article. I believe that I can do it justice now that the tea is over."
"But I must get my clock, Annabel. If it should go off at daylight, and Wee found me missing, there'd be trouble."
"All right, trot along, Sue; but come back instantly."
Is it necessary to add that, after talking until the wee small hours of morning, daylight found three girls peacefully slumbering, utterly oblivious to the faithful alarm which trilled forth its summons to unheeding ears?
It was Blue Bonnet who first opened her eyes to the broad sunlight, and sat up with a start. It took her a full minute to get her bearings: then she rushed to Annabel's bed and shook that young person roundly.
"Annabel! Annabel! Sue! For goodness' sake, get up! It's seven-thirty this minute. I hear the girls now, going to breakfast. How am I ever to get into my own room for my clothes? Oh, I never should have stayed here last night—I knew that I shouldn't all the time."