Here's Luck by Lennie Lower

Uncle George was up at the ridiculous hour of five o'clock the next morning and blew the front out of the stove, trying to boil some water. Evidently they didn't have gas at Split Rock. He lumbered into my bedroom and gazed at me while I lay with both eyes shut tight, breathing deeply. Nobody gets me out of bed at five o'clock in the morning without using force. He tiptoed out of the room and five minutes later Stanley entered with his pre-breakfast face on. He sat on the edge of the bed and glared at my trembling eyelids.

"He's mad!" he ejaculated.