Hearing the noise, Connie sat up in bed. She rubbed her eyes. As the cobwebs of sleep cleared away, she saw Vevi huddled in her blanket.
“Why, Vevi!” she exclaimed. “What are you doing out of bed?”
“Sh!” warned Vevi. “Don’t wake anyone. I’m watching for turtles.”
Connie threw off the covers and came over to the window.
“Vevi McGuire! You’re walking in your sleep!”
“I am not,” Vevi whispered hotly. “I’m not even sitting in my sleep. I’m just watching.”
“You won’t be able to get up in time for the boat ride tomorrow,” Connie predicted. “Get back into bed this minute.”
“But I want to see a big turtle lay its eggs on the beach.”
“You might watch all night and not see one, Vevi.”
“I s’pose so,” Vevi admitted unwillingly. Already she had grown tired of sitting so long in a chair. “I’ll come to bed—say! What’s that?”