“Oh they are!” Maida assured him. “The Lang Fairy Books and Grimm and Andersen, George McDonald and Louisa M. Alcott and Howard Pyle and Stevenson and Kipling, and all the nicest books that father and Billy Potter and Dr. Pierce and I could think of. And lots more that they selected that I had never heard of.”
From the library, they went out doors through the little vine-covered vestibule.
From upstairs came the voice of Granny Flynn and Mrs. Dore putting the younger children to bed.
“We three girls,” Maida explained, “have rooms at the front of the house on the second floor. The nursery is back over the dining room.”
“Where do we sleep?” Harold asked.
“You boys,” Maida replied, “are going to sleep in the barn.”
“Gee whillikins!” Dicky exclaimed. “What fun that’ll be!”
“I’d rather sleep in a barn than any place I know,” Arthur said.
“It’s pretty good fun sleeping in a tent,” Harold threw in.