She had given them a delightful room, large and sunshiny, with a sort of a tower bay-window on one corner. The carpet was sprinkled with little rosebuds, and the wall-paper matched it. Some of the chairs and the couch were covered with chintz, and that, too, had little rosebuds all over it. The curtains at the windows were of frilled white muslin, and the dressing table had all sorts of dainty and pretty appointments. There were twin brass beds, and on the foot of each was a fluffy, rolled coverlet, with more pink rosebuds.
"What a darling room!" exclaimed Marjorie, as she looked around. "Oh,
Kit, isn't it pretty?"
"Lovely!" agreed Kitty. "And Cousin Ethel is a darling, too. I love her already! We're going to have a beautiful time here, Mops."
"Yes, indeedy! I wish we were going to stay all summer. Kit, this is a perfect May room, isn't it?"
"Yes, it's so flowery and bright. What are we going to wear, Mops?"
"White dresses, I s'pose. Our trunk is here, you see."
"And let's wear our Dresden sashes and ribbons,—then we'll match this rosebuddy room."
And so when Cousin Ethel returned to her young guests, she found them all spick and span, in their dainty white frocks and pretty ribbons.
"Bless your sweet hearts!" she cried, kissing them both. "You look like
Spring Beauties! Come on downstairs with me."
She put an arm around each of the girls, and they all went down the broad staircase. In the hall below they met Cousin Jack, who looked at them with an expression of disappointment on his face.