"I'm not so sure, Annie."
"Well, well, let us kiss, and retire to be ready to receive the visitors on the morrow."
And with a sisterly embrace they sought their private apartments.
CHAPTER V.
"O, show me a place like the wild-wood home,
Where the air is fragrant and free,
And the first pure breathings of morning come
In a gush of melody.
When day steals away, with a young bride's blush,
To the soft green couch of night,