The lads frolicked together so that they overslept.

When mother got up in the morning, there was no fire.
She immediately walked to the foot of the stairs and yelled, "Fire! Fire! Fire!" at the top of her voice.

In a few moments, both lads, tousled, half-dressed, and well-scared, rushed downstairs, exclaiming: "Where's the fire?
Where's the fire ?" "I want it in the stove," was the mother's answer--and "that was the end of that." The oldest girl became insistent that she be allowed to sit up nights after the others had gone to bed.

She would study for awhile and then put her head on her arms and go to sleep.

One night her mother waited until she was asleep, went off to bed, and left her.