And soon Mr. Delight left Dumpling asleep, and tiptoed up to bed, and soon he was asleep. As for Dinah, she was asleep in two minutes. So the tall, shiny clock on the wall ticked through the night alone, for Betsey crept happily into her own white bed, and fell asleep herself, for she had worked hardest of all!
Chapter II
AT THE SEASHORE
“What are you making, Betsey?” asked Tom, one hot July day.
“A cottage,” said Betsey.
“Whew! There’s nothing small about you! What do you want of a cottage when you’ve got a new doll-house?”
“Mrs. Delight has to have a summer home, hasn’t she?” answered Betsey with dignity. “O Tom, dear! Could I borrow your train of cars? The Delights want to go to the seashore.”
“You can have it. I don’t want it any more.”
“O thank you, Tom. I don’t suppose you’d want to lend that little suit-case—that Uncle John gave you full of candy, would you?”
“That,” said Tom, solemnly making a great bow, “you may have, too. What do I want of a doll’s suit-case?”
“You’re an old dear,” said Betsey affectionately. “Now let me think what else I need to make before the families can start for the beach.” She cut a large window in her pasteboard cottage as she spoke.