“No wonder. You have had what might be honestly called, a full day. Get up on the couch and take forty winks. I’ll shake you in time to finish that important page.”
“Hark! I hear a footstep——”
“Quick! Up on the couch and I won’t let them disturb you.”
Roughly tucked in with the brilliant Navajo blanket, Gloria squeezed her eyes closed before the door was opened to admit Pat.
“Is she asleep?” asked the red haired one, considerately.
“I hope so,” whispered Trixy. “What a day she has had! Won’t you come in, Pat?”
“Not if I would disturb her.” A few carefully chosen steps brought Pat within reach of a chair. “They asked me to bring her this. Every one chipped in.”
Gloria sat up straight. Her eyes beheld a glorious box that could contain nothing less sweet than candy.
“Oh!” she gurgled.
“Awake?” Pat’s voice betrayed her hopes.