"You needn't speak so softly, I'm wide awake," responded Kitty, in her matter-of-fact way; "what do you want?"
"I want you, you goosey! Hop out of bed, and come and see this gorgiferous sunrise!"
Slowly and carefully, as she did everything, Kitty folded back the bedcovers, drew on a pair of bedroom slippers, and then put on a kimona over her frilled nightgown, adjusting it in place and tying its blue ribbon.
"Gracious, Kit! What an old fuss you are! The sun will be up and over and setting before you get here!"
"I'd just as lieve see a sunset as a sunrise, anyway," declared Kitty, as she walked leisurely across the room, just in time to see the great red gold disc tear its lower edge loose from the hill with what seemed almost to be a leap up in the air.
But once at the window, she was as enthusiastic in her enjoyment of the breaking day as Marjorie, though not quite so demonstrative.
"Put on a kimona, Midget," she said at last; "you'll catch cold flying around in your night dress."
"Kit," said her sister, unheeding the admonition, and sitting down on the edge of her bed as she talked, "I've the most splendiferous plan!"
"So've I," said Kitty; "mine is to go back to bed and sleep till breakfast time."
"Pooh! you old Armadillo! Mine's nothing like that."