“All right,” said Marjorie; “you may send us a barrel of coal and some wood for the open fire.”
“A quarter of a cord?” suggested the man, as if he feared another lengthy discussion.
“Yes,” said Marjorie, breathing a sigh of relief as he went away. Then she stood looking helplessly at her handful of cards. “Girls,” said she, “the responsibilities of housekeeping are wearing me out, and we haven’t even entered the house yet.”
“Where are the keys?” said impatient Marguerite.
Marjorie flourished her bunch of keys importantly, unlocked the door, and, with a wild whoop from Betty and a responsive bark from Timmy Loo they all went in.
CHAPTER III
THE FUN BEGINS
‟SAVED! I have fallen into a grotto!” exclaimed Millicent, dashing through the hall and into the parlor, where she flung herself into a big wicker rocker.
“What do you mean by that?” said Hester, who always liked to have everything explained.
“Why, don’t you remember that ridiculous hero in one of Jules Verne’s stories who fell thousands of miles down into the earth, and landed in a beautiful grotto, which caused him delight but no surprise? Those are exactly my sensations.”