“If you need more blankets, call out,” Jean said as she bade them good-night.
“All right,” answered Polly. “Let’s not light a lamp, girls. I almost wish we were in a tent.”
“I wish we were going to sleep right on Council Rock,” Ruth declared. “I’d like to lie on my back, and look up at the stars and feel the earth go ’round. Doesn’t this all make you want to fit into the same tune? I mean, doesn’t it make you want to match the wilds, and be an Indian or a ranch girl, or anyone who really belongs here. I feel as though Virginia must be over on some star.”
“You’re sentimental, grandma,” Sue said, happily. “And that’s what you’re always calling the rest of us. I’m really surprised at you, Ruth, wanting to lie down and look at the stars and watch the world go ’round. That’s like Polly. Virginia isn’t on a star. It’s right down back of Topnotch there.”
“Yes, and what kind of an Indian would you make with pigtails, and spectacles, goose?” added Polly.
“I don’t care,” sighed Ruth. “I feel that way. I think I’d like to live out here.”
“There you are! And Peggie said to-day, she thought she’d like to live down East,” laughed Polly. “It’s like Aunty Welcome tells about flies on a window. All those on the outside want to get in, and all on the inside want to get out.”
“But have you seen Peggie’s room yet?” asked Ruth, in self-defense.
“Not yet. Why?”
“Just wait.” Very mysteriously. “I wouldn’t spoil the surprise for you by telling about it. I only wish I had one like it. She didn’t even realize how different it was from other girls’ rooms until I told her about it. It’s full of—no, I won’t tell. You will see it to-morrow.”