A DAWN EXPERIMENT 173 



Contentedly I set about making tea and 

 arranging the supper-table, while Jonathan 

 took a basket and pitcher and went off to a 

 neighbor for eggs and milk. We made a fire 

 on the hearth, toasted bread over the embers, 

 and supped frugally but very cozily. 



Afterwards came the setting of the alarm 

 clock a matter of critical importance. 



&quot;What hour shall it be?&quot; inquired Jona 

 than, his finger on the regulator. 



&quot;Whenever you think best,&quot; I answered 

 cheerfully. 



Now, as we both understood, I had no real 

 intention of being literally guided by what 

 Jonathan thought best, that would have 

 been too rash, but it opened negotiations 

 pleasantly to say so. 



Jonathan, trying to be obliging against his 

 better judgment, suggested, &quot;Well six 

 o clock?&quot; 



But I refused any such tremendous conces 

 sion, knowing that I should have to bear the 

 ignominy of it if the adventure proved unfor 

 tunate. &quot;No, of course not. Six is much too 

 late. Anybody can get up at six.&quot; 



&quot;Well, then,&quot; he brightened; &quot;say five?&quot; 



