“Oh, Hazel,” Kitty Said, “I’m Delighted!”
When she roused the shades were drawn, but she could see it was day. The wind was still blowing, but not with such fury as when she had gone to sleep. She glanced at the bedside clock and was shocked to see it was eleven-thirty. Hazel should have long since had her turn in the bed. When she sat up she saw her two suitcases on the floor, all stuck over with labels from her college days. Dear old Dad, he thought of everything. At least she would now have something to wear if their cottage had blown down during the night.
Her first thought on waking had been of Brad. How had he fared through the night? She found her yellow and blue plaid skirt and a blue sweater among the things her father had brought. She had dressed and was just brushing her hair when she heard someone at the door and turned to see Hazel.
“I feel terrible that I slept so late!” Kitty exclaimed.
“I’m delighted you could sleep. I put just a bit of sleeping powder in that milk last night. I was sure you’d need it.”
“Oh, you did! Guess I wouldn’t have slept without it. My mind was in such a turmoil. How’s Brad?”
“Much better. He wants to see you as soon as you wake. Room eighteen, third floor.”
“Oh, I’m so relieved.” Kitty gave a final flip to her hair, and turned to Hazel. “You look fresh as ever. Where did you sleep?”