"Like it?" Phyllis tried to make her voice sound cool, but she did not succeed in keeping the eagerness out of it.
"It's fairyland!" Janet exclaimed. "Oh, Phyllis, I never dreamed anything could be half so beautiful."
Phyllis gave a great sigh of relief. "Thank goodness for that," she said, laughing, "and now come and see the rest of the house."
Janet followed from one charming room to another, but she was speechless until she came to the library—a big brown room, filled with books, low comfy chairs and shaded lamps.
"Phyllis, it's just too wonderful to be true!" she exclaimed.
"Well, it's not the Enchanted Kingdom,"—Phyllis laughed—"but we hope it will be a substitute."
For the rest of the day Janet tried to say some of the things that seemed to be bursting her heart. It was not as easy for her to enthuse as it was for Phyllis, but her eyes shone in the firelight as she sat beside Tommy on the sofa and listened to her aunt make plans for the coming week.
Phyllis need have had no fears, for there was not a moment spared in regret for the four-poster bed. How could there be, when such a pink and white nest awaited her? She undressed that night still in a half dream.
"Janet, have you gone to sleep yet?" Phyllis's voice called through the dark, long after the house had quieted down for the night.
Janet sat up and laughed joyously.