“Sure will,” returned Bill, “but I’ll wake her up first.”
He went to the door in the partition and banged his fist on the panels.
“First call for breakfast in the dining car ahead—”
“Ummm—” responded a sleepy voice from the back room.
“Time to get up, Dorothy. Hop to it, kid!”
“I’m awake!” called back that young lady.
“O.K. When you’re ready, there’ll be a pail of water outside your door.”
“Thanks. Be with you in a jiffy.”
Bill crossed the room, sloshed water into the tin basin and carried the pail back. While he was immersed in his morning ablutions Dorothy’s door opened and her hand withdrew the pail.
Bill had no more than taken a seat at the table, when she put in her appearance. Dressed in the overalls, flannel shirt and heavy wool socks of the night before, she looked particularly bright and cheerful.