"Go to bed yourself!"
"I am, as fast as I can. I can hardly keep my eyes open;" and Evelyn yawned heartily.
When Laura saw that she meant it, she burst out: "You're nothing but a story-teller—that's what you are! You said you didn't like them ... that they were mostly fools ... and then ... then, to go on as you did to-night." Her voice was shaky with tears.
"Oh, that's it, is it? Come now, get to bed. We'll talk about it in the morning."
"I never want to speak to you again."
"You're a silly child. But I'm really too sleepy to quarrel with you to-night."
"I hate you—hate you!"
"I shall survive it."
She turned out the light as she spoke, settled herself on her pillow, and composedly went to sleep.
Laura's rage redoubled. Throwing herself on the floor she burst into angry tears, and cried as loudly as she dared, in the hope of keeping her companion awake. But Evelyn was a magnificent sleeper; and remained undisturbed. So after a time Laura rose, drew up the blind, opened the window and sat down on the sill.