“Stop teasing me that way,” laughed Florence, “or I’ll roll over between you two for protection.”
Just as they were about to drop off to sleep, Jo Ann murmured drowsily, “If Miss Prudence dares to come in and wake me up early in the morning with ‘we’ll have to get an early start’—at something or other, I’m—I’m going to——” She hesitated.
“I’m going to what?” jibed Peggy.
“I’m going to fire my pillow at her, then turn over and go back to sleep.”
Peggy giggled. “Uh-huh! I see you firing a pillow at her.”
As it happened, Miss Prudence did enter their room early the next morning to waken them, but instead of hurling a pillow Jo Ann listened gladly to her plan for an “early start.”
“Going to the city—this morning?” she repeated, wide awake as soon as the phrase “going to the city” had entered her brain. “That’s fine! Sure we’ll be ready by the time you are.” Seeing that Peggy was sufficiently awake now to take in the plan for a trip to the city, she asked, “You’ll be ready, won’t you, Peg?”
“Yes, indeed. Reach over and wake Florence. Tweak her ear or her nose.”
Florence protested vigorously at this manner of being wakened but quickly subsided when Jo Ann told her about the trip.
An hour later they were dressed and mounted on their horses, as were Carlitos and Miss Prudence. José tied the two bags to his saddle, which were the only pieces of luggage they were taking, since they were to stay only one night.