“And so is the bungalow—and the Cove,” sighed Ruth.
“And we’re going to have a scrumptious time here!” declared Agnes.
Tess and Dot were frankly sleepy, and Lucy begged the privilege of seeing them to bed.
“That’s real kind of you, I’m sure, Lute,” said Agnes.
“Don’t you praise her,” sniffed Carrie. “I know Lute. She’s sleepy, herself. You won’t see her downstairs again to-night.”
“I don’t care,” yawned Lucy Poole, following Tess and Dot. “I sleep so slowly that it takes a long time for me to get a good night’s rest.”
“Well! of all things!” ejaculated Carrie, as her cousin departed, following the two smaller girls. “What do you know about that?”
“Almost as stupid as the inhabitants of London,” chuckled Agnes.
“What do you mean by that, Ag?” demanded Ann Presby. “The people of London aren’t any more stupid than those of other cities, are they?”
“I don’t know,” returned Agnes; “but the book says ‘the population of London is very dense.’”