“What time is it?” was my first and natural question.
“I don’t know. If I’d got old Eely’s watch, I could have had it under my pillow, and seen directly.”
“No, you couldn’t,” I said grumpily, for I was sleepy and cross; “it’s too dark.”
“Well, I could have run my finger over the hands, and told by the touch. You see, I should have held the watch perfectly upright, and then the twelve would have been by the handle, and I could have told directly.”
“But you haven’t got a watch, and so you don’t know.”
“No,” he said, with a sigh, “I haven’t got that watch. Old Eely’s got it—a nasty, consequential, bully dandy.”
“Do go and lie down again,” I said. “I am so sleepy!”
“What for? It’s time to get up.”
“It can’t be; see how dark it is.”
“Oh, that’s only because it’s a dark morning. Get up and dress, and don’t be so grumpy because I’ve woke you up.”