I told him it seemed to be a very willing and industrious alarm clock, and it was mine.

I warned him to injure it at his peril.

Since then I have learned how to stop it so it will stay stopped, but it barely commences to rattle at daybreak when I feel Hartwick's feet strike me in the small of the back, and I land sprawling on the floor.

That explains how I succeed in getting up at daybreak." "You started in to tell us what you found this morning," said Punch Swallows, to Browning, lighting a fresh cigarette.
"So I did, and the alarm clock ran me off the trail.

Well, I got up this morning as usual--when Hartwick kicked me out to stop the clock.