Awake! I'm lost! I'm lost!" it said.

"What is it? What is it?"

Never was such an exciting reveille as
girl by girl bounded up--elastic--fingering
a brushed, a tickled cheek.

The answer was a screech that made the
morning blush, as if a ghost had invaded
the Tom Tiddler's ground of open day
light.

Una shrieked in echo.

Morale was undermined. Cots were vacated.
Maiden jostled maiden, all colliding
upon a gaping question that fanned sensation
sky-high--until the bungalow fairly
rocked upon a hullabaloo.

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