"No, that's not it ... that's nothing compared to this feeling ... this premonition—"
"Come on, let's make some coffee ... in the percolator."
"You girls sit down and I'll make it. I've been a cook several times in my career."
Someone was knocking about in the dark, upstairs. We heard a match struck....
"There, we've waked Ruth, too."
"What's the matter down there?" Ruth was calling.
"Come on down and join us, Ruth,—we're having a cup of coffee a-piece."
"It's only two o'clock ... what's everybody doing up so early? Has Penton come back?"
"No ... but do come down and join us," I replied.