‘I must hurry and get to sleep,’ she thought, ‘or I will never be able to wake up at five o’clock.’
She had reckoned, however, without Hannah who, instead of waking her as she had done the previous morning, let her sleep.
When Araminta finally opened her eyes, the old maid was pulling back the curtains and had brought her breakfast upstairs to her.
“What is the time?” she asked.
“Nearly nine o’clock, Miss Araminta.”
Araminta sat up in bed and gave a little shriek.
“Oh, Hannah, how could you have let me sleep so late? You know we have to go to the markets this morning.”
“I’ve been to them already,” Hannah answered.
“Hannah, you should not have done that!”
“You wants your sleep – tirin’ yourself out standin’ on stone floors half the night! I know what it’s like!”
“It’s not as tirin
