“Well, I didn’t mention it,” Laura answered sleepily, “but I feel as if my face were on fire.”
“Oh! Oh!” Maida exclaimed contritely. “I forgot to warn you to be sure to wear hats this first day or two. Are you burnt, Arthur?”
“To a cinder,” Arthur declared, “but I’ve been burnt before. I don’t mind it so very much.”
“And you Dicky?” Maida went on.
Dicky’s answer was a grimace.
“And Harold?” Maida continued in a despairing voice.
“I shall be one big blister to-morrow,” Harold prophesied grimly.
“Oh my goodness!” wailed Maida futilely. “It’s all my fault. Well it’s half-past eight,” she added after a pause. “According to rules we can sit up until nine, but I’m going to bed now. I never was so tired in all my life.”
“I’m falling asleep where I am,” Rosie admitted, “and as for Laura, she is asleep.”
This was the first day at the Little House.