"Come, Lucy, wake up!" and she shakes her by the arm.
Lucy opens her blue eyes, and blinks at her sleepily. "It isn't time to get up yet; it can't be," she murmurs.
"Yes, it is. You've all got into fearfully lazy habits in this house. While I was with Grannie I always got up at half-past six."
"Oh, dear!" sighs Lucy, ruefully.
"Now, make haste. Those children are going to be properly washed and combed before they go to school this morning; it's a disgrace to see them sometimes."
"Well, I suppose it is," admits Lucy. "But aren't you dreadfully tired, Betty, after yesterday?"
"If I am, I'm not going to let that stand in the way of doing my duty," answers Betty loftily.
"Oh, dear!" sighs Lucy, feeling quite guilty because she would so much rather stay in bed one extra half-hour.
But the stern resolution in Betty's face shows no signs of relenting, and she begins to dress.
Betty splashes vigorously in the cold water, combs her hair back until not a single hair is out of place, and runs downstairs.