“Donald, are you awake?”
Don paused in the act of removing his shirt. He did not reply at once.
“Donald!”
“Uh-hm,” said Don.
“There—you are awake!”
“Didn’t you hear a noise down-stairs a few minutes ago?”
“Noise? H’m—what noise?” Don was in bed by this time and had the covers well round his head.
He heard his aunt sigh heavily. How could her nephew sleep so soundly? The good woman was really sorry that she had wakened him!
It was not long before Don was asleep indeed. Nor did he waken when Snell and Hawkins descended the stairs in the morning. Aunt Martha had to call him four times before he roused and crawled sleepily from his bed.
“My goodness,” said his aunt as she was putting the breakfast on the table, “you’re surely a sleepyhead this morning, Donald Alden. Ah, well, you’re a growing boy, and you need your rest.”