Rose was woken up long before dawn. She was surprised when Welma, Chelsy, and Isla appeared in her room holding a lamp. Rose didn't think she'd heard them knock—she just opened her eyes, and they were at the foot of her bed, staring at her.
If it wasn't for the candle Chelsy held, Rose would have feared the worst. She put a hand to her chest as the initial fright subsided.
"What are you doing?" she asked in horror, not the least bit amused.
"I am sorry," Chelsy whispered.
"We didn't mean to frighten you," Isla added. "We tried to be as quiet as possible."
That was the problem, if they were here to wake her up why would they need to be quiet about it? Rose pulled herself to a sitting position.
"What are you doing here?" she asked as she glanced toward the slightly open curtains. "It's too early."
"Mister Henry said we have to get you ready before dawn," Welma explained.
