"H-hsst!"
Dorothy sat up, freshly alarmed by this warning sound.
"Why! It's daylight! I must have slept all night! That's Jim—and nothing's happened! I'm alive, I'm well, I feel fine!"
Delighted surprise at this state of things promptly succeeded her first alarm, and when to the "H-hsst!" there followed the fumbling of somebody with the door's button, she sprang to her feet and asked:
"That you, Jim? Time to get up, already?"
She had not undressed, and hurried to push the door open, but could not imagine what was the matter with the "long boy." He had a newspaper in his hand which he wildly waved above his head, then held at arm's length the better to study, while between times, he executed a crazy dance, his bare feet making no sound upon the hay-littered floor.
A second later, Dorothy had rushed at him, seized the paper from his hand, recognized that it was father John's favorite daily, and found her own gaze startled by the sentence that had caught his: