“I just set my new alarm clock for five o’clock, Cathalina; are you game?”
“I am,” said Cathalina firmly, though never in her life had she risen at the call of an alarm clock.
A faint sound of splashing waves on the lake shore came through the open windows to the drowsy girls; while a soft breeze stirred the straying locks about Cathalina’s contented face and brought happy dreams to Hilary.
CHAPTER VII
CATHALINA’S FIRST RECITATION
A terrible sound wakened Cathalina and she sprang out of bed. “Brr-rr-rr-ting-a-ling-a-ting-ting-ting!” She found herself shaking behind her bed and realized that the alarm clock, not far from Hilary’s head, was the source of the racket.
“For pity’s sake!—Hilary!” cried Cathalina.
Hilary turned and threw her arms out over the spread.
“Hilary! Wake up! I don’t know how to stop the old thing!”
One eye opened. Hilary slowly sat up and looked in dazed fashion at Cathalina who was back in bed, laughing with her fingers in her ears. “Please stop it, Hilary.”
“It’s the intermittent kind,” said Hilary sleepily, and as if to prove her words the noise stopped for a moment, only to resume operations with renewed vigor. Hilary reached for the clock and turned off the alarm.