"It’s this way every morning!"
whimpered Mrs. Jarr plaintively, as
she looked in upon Mr. Jarr. "You
wait for the last moment and then
have to rush through breakfast and
you delay Gertrude with her work,
and you get home late for supper
every night. It’s just enough to take
the heart out of one!”
"S’all right, I’m going to get up,"
murmured Mr. Jarr in his sleep.
"Isn’t that just like him!" cried
Mrs. Jarr. "We’ve been up hours and
hours and breakfast Is all ready and
waiting, and you just lie there and
snore! When you do get up you’ll
be late to your office and then you’ll
abuse me for not waking you. And
after getting you such a nice break
fast, too!"
"Uh?” mumbled Mr. Jarr.
"I said, ‘Get up!’ " cried Mrs. Jarr,
and she threw open the bedroom
window and pulled the bed clothes
off the sluggard.
The sluggard shivered slightly but
tried to compose himself to slumber
again without the cozy comfort of
the coverings. There was nothing
doing.
I said that this Is the last time
I’d ever try to get a nice breakfast
for you! The very last time!" cried
Mrs. Jarr.
"Ty’hat have you for breakfast?"
asked Mr. Jarr, now taking notice as
well as sitting up.
“Buckwheat cakes and country
sausage, buckwheat cakes with
gravy," replied Mrs> Jarr.
"Why didn’t you say so?" asked
Mr. Jarr. "What do you want to let
me oversleep myself in this way for,
hey? You know I’ve got to be at
the office at 9! What time is it?"
He got his watch and glanced at it.
