CHAPTER XXIV
“TWO’S COMPANY”
Lucile was happy even before she awoke that morning. The sense of something delightful in store pervaded even her dreams. For a long time she lingered in that delightful interim between waking and sleeping, when the spirit seems to detach itself and fly on wings of golden sunshine through a dewy, scented universe. In her confused imagining she was resting on a rose-colored cloud, while all around her other clouds of varying tints swam and swirled, taking different shapes as they passed her by.
“How pretty!” she murmured, and woke with a start to find Jessie regarding her sleepily.
“What on earth were you muttering about, Lucy?” cried the latter, fretfully. “I guess you must have been having a bad dream.”
“No, it wasn’t; it was beautiful,” she contradicted, putting her hands behind her head and gazing up at the ceiling. “I wish you hadn’t waked me up; I was having an awfully good time.”
“Well, I wasn’t,” said Jessie, so sourly that Lucile chuckled.
“You know, Jessie,” she said, “the only time you are ever cross is when you are sleepy—and that’s most all the time,” she added, wickedly.