CHESTNUTS
Something woke Gypsy very early the next morning. She started up, and saw Joy standing by the bed, in the faint, gray light, all dressed and shivering with the cold.
"Well, I never!" said Gypsy.
"What's the matter?"
"What on earth have you got your dress on in the middle of the night for?"
"It isn't night; it's morning."
"Morning! it isn't any such a thing."
"'Tis, too. I heard the clock strike five ever so long ago."