CHAPTER XIII
THE THANKSGIVING HOLIDAYS
Seven o'clock came all too soon for Marjorie and Lily, as they opened their eyes at the sound of the rising bell.
"Don't you wish we could stay in bed?" yawned Marjorie, glancing at the clock.
"We can to-morrow; mama will let us have breakfast in bed every single morning, if we like."
"Oh, Lil, that sounds too good to be true! I know we'll have a wonderful time."
There were only three hours of classes; after an early luncheon, school was dismissed. Everybody took the one-o'clock train for home.
"Frieda saved me the trouble of expressing my canoe home," remarked Marjorie, when the girls were comfortably seated together in the train. "But how I wish I'd find it—and her, too!"