They returned on a Saturday. On Monday Don was to go back to the office. Sally had sent in her resignation the day of her marriage and had received nice letters from both Carter and Farnsworth, with a check enclosed from the former for fifty dollars and from the latter for twenty-five dollars.
“What I’ll have to do,” said Don, as he retired Sunday night, “is to get a larger alarm-clock. It won’t do to be late any more.”
“You’re right,” agreed Sally. “But you won’t need an alarm-clock.”
“Eh?”
“You wait and see.”
Sally was awake at six the next morning and Don himself less than one minute after.
“Time to get up,” she called.
“I’m sleepy,” murmured Don.
“Then to-morrow night you’ll get to bed one hour earlier. But––up with you.”