## CHAPTER I
Off to Boarding-school
“Dona, are you awake? Donakins! I say, old sport, do stir yourself and blink an eye! What a
dormouse you are! D’you want shaking? Rouse up, you old bluebottle, can’t you?”
“I’ve been awake since five o’clock, and it’s no use thumping me in the back,” grunted an injured voice from the next bed. “It’s too early yet to get up, and I wish you’d leave me alone.”
The huskiness and general chokiness of the tone were unmistakable. Marjorie leaned over and took a keen survey of that portion of her sister’s face which was not buried in the pillow.