I looked up to see her standing over me, a foaming
tumbler of something in her hand. I felt that it was
eggy and eyed it disgustedly.
"Get up," said she, "you lazy scribbler, and drink
this."
I sat up, eyeing her severely and picking grass and
ants out of my hair.
"D' you mean to tell me that you woke me out of that
babe-like slumber to make me drink that goo? What is it,
anyway? I'll bet it's another egg-nogg."
"Egg-nogg it is; and swallow it right away, because
there are guests to see you."
I emerged from the first dip into the yellow mixture
and fixed on her as stern and terrible a look at any one
can whose mouth is encircled by a mustache of yellow
foam.
"Guests!" I roared, "not for me! Don't you dare to
say that they came to see me!"
"Did too," insists Norah, with firmness, "they came
especially to see you. Asked for you, right from the
jump."
I finished the egg-nogg in four gulps, returned the
empty tumbler with an air of decision, and sank upon the
grass.
"Tell 'em I rave. Tell 'em that I'm unconscious, and
that for weeks I have recognized no one, not even my dear
sister. Say that in my present nerve-shattered condition
I--"
"That wouldn't satisfy them," Norah calmly.
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