Gypsy broke into a ringing laugh. Joy could never bear to be laughed at.
"I don't see anything so terrible funny, and I guess you wouldn't if you'd made that old—"
"Fire; I know it. Just to think!—and you shivering and blowing away at it. I never heard anything so funny!"
"I think it was real mean in you to wake me up, any way."
"Why, I thought I heard it strike six as much as could be. Oh, dear, oh, dear!"
Joy couldn't see the joke. But the story of that memorable night was not yet finished.
The faint, gray morning really came at last, and the girls awoke in good earnest, ready and glad to get up.
"I feel as if I'd been pulled through a knothole," said Joy.
"I slept with one eye open all the time I did sleep," said Gypsy, drearily. "I know one thing. I'll never try to lie awake as long as I live."
"Not when you have a lover go to Europe?"