Mrs. Clyde pointed to the clock on the mantel. “There is studying to be done to-morrow morning before breakfast, you remember; which must mean an early start to-night.”
Blue Bonnet shoved Solomon gently to the floor—Solomon had accomplished his intention. “I am not at all sure that I approve of studying before breakfast,” she sighed.
She was quite sure that she did not when Aunt Lucinda tapped at her door the next morning, punctual to the moment. It seemed to Blue Bonnet that Woodford people carried their love of punctuality to an unnecessary extreme.
“I surely would like,” she told herself, sleepily, “to live for one while where there were no clocks!” Then she snuggled comfortably down under the warm blankets for “just one minute more.”
The next thing Blue Bonnet knew, Delia was tapping at her door with—“Half past seven, Miss!”
“Half past seven!” Blue Bonnet tumbled out of bed, very wide awake. She had been asleep a whole hour!
Being in a hurry, it naturally followed that everything went wrong. It was an extremely flushed Blue Bonnet that slipped into her place at the breakfast table five minutes late.
“Did you get through all right, dear?” Grandmother asked.
“I didn’t begin! I—fell asleep again! I just know the ‘jolly good—’”
“Who, Blue Bonnet?” her aunt interposed.