"What for?"
"Just 'cause. Glare for all you're worth!"
"But why?"
"I'll tell you byme-by."
So dutiful Allee "glared for all she was worth," and soon the sleeper grew restless. Then he opened his eyes.
"We did it!" crowed Peace shrilly, spatting her hands together so suddenly that he jumped.
"Did what, you young jackanapes?" he growled, rubbing his sleepy eyes, a trifle vexed at having been disturbed before his nap was out.
"Woke you up with just looking at you! We never touched you at all—just glared and glowered as hard as ever we could, and you woke up like Faith said you would."
"Faith? Did she send you here to wake me up? Have she and Gail come home?"
"Oh, no, they ain't coming till after the Fourth. They're going to stay and help Frances celebrate a family of eight children which have never had any fireworks in all their lives. That's what we came to see you about, but you were asleep and we got tired of waiting, so we tried to see if we could stare you awake, like the girls said folks could do if they looked long and hard enough. It worked."