Gypsy broke it by turning her head over on the pillow with a whisk, and opening her eyes savagely, quite indignant to find them shut.
"Joy." No answer.
"Joy, you're going----" Joy's head turned over with another whisk.
"No, I'm not.

I'm just as wide awake as ever I was." Another silence.
"Gypsy!" Gypsy jumped.
"_You're_ going to sleep." "It isn't any such thing," said Gypsy, sitting up and rubbing her eyes.
"I wonder if it isn't most morning," said Joy, in a tone of cheerful indifference.
"Most morning! Mother'd say we'd been in bed just ten minutes, I suppose." Joy stifled a groan, and by dint of great exertions turned it into a laugh.
"All the longer to lie awake.

It's nice, isn't it ?" "Ye-es.

Let's talk.

People that sit up all night talk, I guess." "Well, I guess it would be a good plan.