Something sharp, cold, and fragrant was scratching her eyes.

She opened them.
Glenn stood over her, pushing a sprig of cedar into her face.
"Carley, the day is far spent," he said, gayly.

"We want to roll up your bedding.

Will you get out of it ?" "Hello, Glenn! What time is it ?" she replied.
"It's nearly six." "What!...

Do you expect me to get up at that ungodly hour ?" "We're all up.