“We, Adele?” Betty Burd inquired.
“Yes, we,” Adele replied. And Miss Donovan laughingly exclaimed, “That’s right, hitch your wagon to a star.”
That afternoon the girls met early at the cross-roads and wended their way over the meadows, which, in the bright September weather, were purple and yellow with golden-rod and wild aster. In the woods beyond were maple trees, flaunting in the sunlight their brightly colored leaves.
“I love the autumn days,” Adele said, as she danced along. “It doesn’t make me feel the least bit sad to see the leaves fall and the flowers fade, because I know that they are all coming back in the spring. The plants and trees have to sleep, as we do, I suppose.”
Soon they reached the long-neglected Secret Sanctum. Peggy Pierce found the key and the door swung open.
“Oh, isn’t it pretty and homey!” Doris Drexel exclaimed. “It’s so long since I’ve been here, I had almost forgotten how very nice it is.”
Bertha threw open the little high-up window and a merry breeze danced in.
Rosamond, still on the threshold, called, “Will somebody please look for spiders?”
Betty Burd seized the broom, and, dancing around the room, poked it up in the ceiling-corners, for the cabin had a low and almost flat roof.
Peggy Pierce, just for mischief, looked under the bed-couch and Doris Drexel peered in the china-closet.