"Oh, impossible," murmured Mollie; and five minutes later, they were all asleep.
Morning, and the sun shining brightly in the window, challenging them to action.
"Awake?" queried Mollie, leaning over and poking Betty experimentally.
"If I'm not I soon will be," said Betty, sitting up and regarding
Mollie indignantly. "Goodness, that's a nice thing to do to a person.
Couldn't you see I was asleep?"
"I was just asking you," said Mollie twinkling. "You looked so sweet and peaceful——"
"That you needs must spoil it all," said Betty plaintively. "My, but
I'd hate to have that kind of a disposition."'
"Won't you let me be your little alarm clock?" begged Mollie, leaning forward to administer another poke, which Betty skillfully dodged.
"No, I won't," she answered, adding, as she squinted out at the sun:
"We don't need one in this room. We're facing directly east."
Mollie chuckled.
"Mrs. Watson made a mistake," she said, "when she put Grace and Amy in the other room. She should have put them in this one, so the sun could take our place and wake them up every morning. Betty, it's a glorious day."