After a little while of staring into the dark, Billie and Violet followed her example, and once more there was quiet in the old house.
Nothing more disturbed them, but they woke the next morning, tired and cross and with a decidedly "morning after" feeling.
"I don't want to get up," complained Violet, turning restlessly in bed and punching her pillow. "I can't get more than one eye open."
"Shall we send for the doctor?" asked Billie, regarding her sleepily.
"That sounds like a serious complaint."
"Humph, I don't need a doctor," grumbled Violet. "I can prescribe for my case better than he could. What I need is a rest cure."
"So say we all of us," echoed Laura sleepily. "I'm going to take another nap, girls, and if anybody dares to wake me up, I'll throw my hair brush at them."
"I'm going to get up," decided Billie. "I'll only get a headache lying here."
"Well, I hope you enjoy yourself," said Laura, and settled herself in a still more comfortable position.
While Billie was dressing the two girls fell asleep again, and as she turned to look at them she almost wished that she had followed their example.
"But I knew I couldn't sleep," she said, turning away, "and, besides, I'm getting very hungry."