In which the Bright-eyed Goddess comes to bat again, and promises to win the game.
A pillow flung by the accurate arm of Will Benton early the following morning caught the sleeping visitor on the head.
“Eh, what is it?” cried Clarence, sitting up.
“It’s sunrise, boy. Just look out that window and see how beautiful the new-born day can be when it wants to.”
“‘Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain top.’”
And as Clarence quoted the well-known lines, he jumped from bed and slipped quickly into his clothes.
“You read Shakespeare?” asked Benton, rubbing his eyes.
“Of course; I’ve been reading him off and on for the last two years. Say, what comes next?”
“We have morning prayers and Mass in a few minutes. Would you like to attend?”