At six thirteen a.m. on Friday morning Lucy Angkatell's big blue eyes opened upon another day and as always, she was at once (1)_____ awake and began immediately to deal with the problems conjured up by her incredibly active mind. (2)_____ urgently the need of consultation and conversation, and selecting for the purpose her young cousin, Midge Hardcastle, (3)_____ arrived at The Hollow the night before, Lady Angkatell slipped quickly out of bed and went along the passage to Midge's room. Since she was a woman of rapid thought processes, Lady Angkatell, (4)_____ was her invariable custom, commenced the conversation in her own (5)_____, supplying Midge's answers out of her own fertile imagination.
The conversation was in full (6)_____ when Lady Angkatell flung open Midge's door.
"- And so, darling, you really must agree that the weekend is going to present difficulties!"
"Eh? Hwah!" Midge grunted inarticulately, (7)_____ thus abruptly from a satisfying and deep sleep.
Lady Angkatell crossed to the window, opening the shutters and jerking up the blind with a brisk movement, letting in the pale light of a September dawn.
"Birds!" she observed, peering with kindly pleasure (8)_____ the pane. "So sweet."
"What?"
"Well, at any (9)_____, the weather isn't going to present difficulties. It looks (10)_____ it had set in fine. That's something. Because if a lot of discordant personalities are boxed up indoors, I'm sure you will agree with me that it makes it ten times worse."

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