Szz-zz! Sputter! And the fragrance of it, too!
“Say, you fellows; aren’t you ever going to wake up?”
Jed Prentiss had his hand on Joe, shaking him.
“Have you any idea what time it is?” insisted Jed, as Dawson opened his eyes halfway.
“Time to go to bed again,” muttered Joe, trying to shake off that insistent hand and rolling over the other way.
“It’s after noon,” pronounced Prentiss. “Say, you fellows could sleep a week through!” And Jed gave Joe a hearty shake. “I told you breakfast is ready.”
“No, you didn’t,” insisted Joe.
“I’ve told you so three times in the last five minutes,” asserted Jed, “but you wouldn’t wake up long enough to understand. Can’t you get it through your head? Breakfast!”
“Whatcher got?” asked Joe drowsily.
“Coffee!”