CHAPTER XV
“LAND, HO!”
Lucile opened her eyes slowly, lazily, and let them rove aimlessly about the bright cabin; then, chancing to come upon Jessie and Evelyn sleeping sweetly and peacefully, they stopped and focused resentfully.
“Nothing to do but sleep,” she murmured, pushing back her rumpled curls and yawning prodigiously. “I wonder why it is I always have to wake up first,” and then, her eyes happening to fall on Evelyn at this precise moment, she cried, “Oh, I saw you wink, Evelyn; you can’t fool me! You’re playing possum,” and, springing quickly out of bed, she gave that young lady a vigorous shake, which caused her to open her eyes rather suddenly.
“Wh-what’s the matter? Can’t you let a fellow sleep?” she began, but the laughter in her eyes belied the sleepy tone, and Lucile hugged her and pulled her out of bed. “I’ll admit you’re a dabster, Evelyn, dear,” she cried, “but you will have to get up early in the morning to get the best of your little friend.”
Evelyn laughed merrily. “You whirlwind!” she cried. “Nobody has a chance to sleep when you’re around.”
“Don’t be too sure of that; look at Jessie. She is still sleeping the sleep of the just.”
“All right; let’s make her get up, then. Even if she does want to sleep, why should we worry?”