CHAPTER IX
THE MORNING AFTER
‘Wake up!’ whispered Charlotte, sitting up very wide awake and pinching her sister gently but firmly.
‘Why?’ Caroline asked, very warm and sleepy. ‘We aren’t called yet, and it’s quite dark.’
‘Called!’ Charlotte echoed in contempt. ‘And the curtains aren’t drawn, so of course it’s dark. Wake up, silly; don’t you remember?’
‘All right!’ Caroline murmured, and went to sleep again.
‘You can’t have forgotten yesterday, and how we were detectives, and you were Sherlock Holmes wrong way out, and about Rupert, Rupert, Rupert?’
And at that Caroline did wake up, and sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes.
‘Isn’t it glorious?’ Charlotte asked, jumping up and down on the bed; ‘our splendid secret and the rose and everything? I do think we’re lucky, don’t you?’