"We had to wait for Hippy.

He overslept as usual.

We threw as much as a shovelful of gravel against his window, but he never stirred.

Finally we had to waken his family and it took all of them to waken him." "Don't you believe what David Nesbit says," retorted Hippy.

"Do you suppose I slept a wink last night knowing that the friends of my youth were about to leave me ?" Hippy sniffed dolefully and buried his face in his handkerchief.
"Now, now, Hippy," protested Miriam.