`` I 'm hungry , '' complained Gus as soon as he was warm . `` So am I , '' added Rita from the rug , where the two little ones sat toasting themselves . `` Eat an apple , '' said Mark . `` They are so hard and cold I do n't like them , '' began Gus . `` Roast some ! '' cried Ruth . `` And crack nuts , '' suggested Alice . `` Pity we ca n't cook something in real camp style ; it would be such fun , '' said Tony , who had spent weeks on Monadnock , living upon the supplies he and his party tugged up the mountain on their backs . `` We shall not have time for anything but what we have . Put down your apples and crack away , or we shall be obliged to leave them , '' advised Gwen , coming back from an observation at the front door with an anxious line on her forehead ; for the storm was rapidly increasing , and there was no sign of Pat or the horses . The rest were in high glee , and an hour or two slipped quickly away as they enjoyed the impromptu feast and played games . Gus recalled them to the discomforts of their situation by saying with a yawn and a whimper , -- `` I 'm so sleepy ! I want my own bed and mamma . '' `` So do I ! '' echoed Rita , who had been nodding for some time , and longed to lie down and sleep comfortably anywhere . `` Almost eight o'clock ! By Jove , that old Pat is taking his time , I think . Wonder if he has got into trouble ? We ca n't do anything , and may as well keep quiet here , '' said Mark , looking at his watch and beginning to understand that the joke was rather a serious one . `` Better make a night of it and all go to sleep .
XXXXX can wake us up when he comes .
Alice Gus Jove Monadnock Pat Rita Ruth discomforts night o'clock