Joy's head turned over with another whisk.
"No, I'm not. I'm just as wide awake as ever I was."
Another silence.
"Gypsy!"
Gypsy jumped.
"You're going to sleep."
"It isn't any such thing," said Gypsy, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.
"I wonder if it isn't most morning," said Joy, in a tone of cheerful indifference.
"Most morning! Mother'd say we'd been in bed just ten minutes, I suppose."
Joy stifled a groan, and by dint of great exertions turned it into a laugh.