CHESTNUTS Something woke Gypsy very early the next morning.

She started up, and saw Joy standing by the bed, in the faint, gray light, all dressed and shivering with the cold.
"Well, I never!" said Gypsy.
"What's the matter ?" "What on earth have you got your dress on in the middle of the night for ?" "It isn't night; it's morning." "Morning! it isn't any such a thing." "'Tis, too.

I heard the clock strike five ever so long ago." Gypsy had fallen back on the pillow, almost asleep again.

She roused herself with a little jump.
"See _here_!" "Ow! how you frightened me," said Joy, with another jump.
[Illustration] "Did I?
Oh, well"-- silence.

"I don't see"-- another silence--"what you wear my rubber--rubber boots for." "Your rubber boots! Gypsy Breynton, you're sound asleep." "Asleep!" said Gypsy, sitting up with a jerk, and rubbing both fists into her eyes.