“Oh! I—I didn’t know. What was the matter?”
“Nothing,” replied Ned crossly. “I tried to wake you up and you lit into me and nearly broke my back.”
“I’m sorry,” said John penitently. “I—I was kind of half asleep and—”
“Half asleep! Gee, I’m glad you weren’t awake, then!” Ned chuckled. “Know where you are now? Know who I am?”
“Yes, now I do,” replied John sheepishly. “Did I—hurt you?”
“No, but you tried hard enough!” Ned rearranged his pajamas. “Next time it’s necessary to wake you I’ll let someone else do it. You’ve pretty near torn this sleeve out by the roots.”
“I’m sorry,” muttered John. “I got awake and saw you there and didn’t know who you were. And then you put your hand over my mouth and I thought maybe you were a burglar or something. So I—I—”
“Tried to kill me. I know all about that, Boland; you don’t have to tell me anything that happened.” Ned put a foot on the edge of the window-seat and examined an ankle solicitously. “Well, come on now, if you’re really awake. The others are waiting.”
“Where? What to do?”
“Why, you’re going to be christened at the pond.”