She screamed.

Then Dad jumped up, rubbing his eyes, and asked what was the matter.

Nothing was the matter THEN.
He had dozed and talked in his sleep, that was all; he had n't starved anyone.

Joe did n't jump up when Mother screamed--not altogether; he raised himself and reached for Dad's pillow, then lay down and snored serenely till bed-time.
Dad sat gloomily by the fire and meditated.

Mother spoke pleadingly to him and asked him not to fret.