" Don’t you dare to squeeze that sponge over me,’ she began angrily. ‘This beastly getting up early! Why, at home . . .’ ‘Why, at home, “We don’t get up till eight o’clock,”’ chanted some of the girls, and laughed. They knew Gwendoline Mary’s complaints by heart now. "

― Enid Blyton , Back to Malory Towers