Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell 
Wives and Daughters [EPUB ebook] 

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.