—South Bend Tribune February 4, 1904 17 WHEN SHE WOKE, her sister was trying to dress quietly in the dark. The alarm had not sounded, but the hands of the clock still glowed faintly. Hilda stretched a little to see; it was just past five-thirty. “It is all right,” she said. “You can light the gas.” Elsa gave a little shriek. “I thought you were asleep!” “I was, but I am not now. We must speak quietly, but you may have a light.” “I’m scared to. Suppose it exploded in my face.” Making a sound of annoyance, Hilda slipped out of bed, felt for the matches, and lit the gas lamp hanging on the wall. “If you light the match first, and then turn up the gas slowly, there is no chance that it will explode.” She reached for her undergarments. “So you say. Why are you getting up?” “I am awake. I may as well get up and work.” “I don’t need any help.” “Perhaps you do not, but if I want to help, you will allow me, will you not?” “I guess so.
