Then she turned to the rest of the group.
“Children,” she commanded in a tone of happy pride, “behold Maida’s Little House.”
CHAPTER IV THE LITTLE HOUSE
“Do you want to see the place now or wait until after supper?” Maida asked after the last admiring exclamation had died, the last pair of cramped legs had stretched themselves out.
“I’m starved,” Rosie answered instantly, “but I must see everything first.”
The others echoed Rosie’s decision with a fury of enthusiasm.
“We can’t see anything of the back of the house from here,” Arthur said as though that clinched the matter.
And so while Granny Flynn and Mrs. Dore—the little children tagging them in a daze of fatigue, shot with excitement—were being taken care of by Floribel and Zeke, Maida led the older children on a voyage of exploration.