She and Nora slipped down the winding stairs into their own room. They got into bed. They were tiny little beds, but very comfortable.
“Now I’m going to think about all we’ve done to-day,” began Nora. But before she had thought more than twelve words her mind floated off into sleep, and she didn’t move until the morning. The sun came in from the opposite window then, and Peggy and Nora were awakened by somebody tickling them.
“Oooh, don’t!” squealed Nora. “Mike, stop! What do you want?”
“Come and bathe before breakfast,” said Mike. “Get up, lazybones. It’s seven o’clock. Breakfast isn’t till eight, so we’ve lots of time.”
Nora and Peggy sat up, quite wide awake. They looked round their sunny room with its four quaint windows. They could see four bits of bright blue sky, and they could hear the sound of the waves breaking at the cliff-foot. They felt so full of happiness that they had to sing.
“Here we are at Spiggy Holes,
Here we are at Spiggy -
Here we are at Spiggy Holes,
Pop goes the weasel!” yelled Nora to the tune of “Pop Goes the Weasel.”
The others took up the silly song and they all went downstairs in their bathing-costumes, roaring the tune. Miss Dimity put her head out of the kitchen.