aggie, Maggie, wake up, I say!"
"Yes, who's there. I'm so sleepy. Oh, it's you, Eric. What do you want?"
"It's father's birthday, and the clock has just struck four. You promised you'd get up at four."
"Yes; but, oh dear me, I am so sleepy."
Marjorie yawned, and twisted about on her pillow.
"Are you sure it wasn't three that struck, Eric?"
"No, four; I counted the strokes. I thought you liked getting up early."
"So I do, but don't talk so loud, or you'll wake Ermie."
"Catch me wanting her to get up, cross old thing!"