Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell 
Wives and Daughters 

To begin with the old rigmarole of childhood. In a country there was a shire, and in that shire there was a town, and in that town there was a house, and in that house there was a room, and in that room there was a bed, and in that bed there lay a little girl; wide awake and longing to get up, but not daring to do so for fear of the unseen power in the next room-a certain Betty, whose slumbers must not be disturbed until six o’clock struck, when she wakened of herself ‚as sure as clockwork, ‚ and left the household very little peace afterwards. It was a June morning, and early as it was, the room was full of sunny warmth and light.