“Let’s go in and see if the others are awake.”
So Frieda put on her heavy leather slippers, lined with figured satin and edged with fur, and a very bunchy bathrobe, and followed Alice’s kimonoed figure across the wide corridor to Catherine’s room.
They pushed the door softly open and entered.
Then they exchanged glances of mischief. Dr. Helen did not believe in girls sleeping two in a bed, but Alice had found the big mahogany bed in the guest-room lonely, and Frieda had found the cot narrow; so they had made a law for themselves and slept together; and here, in Catherine’s four-poster, were also two heads, one auburn and one brown.
272“Wake up, you two!” said Alice, tickling Hannah’s plump cheek, while Frieda tweaked the pink bow from Catherine’s bronze braids.
“Time to take off your pink bow, dear. It’s daylight and it looks worse than goldenrod with red ribbon.”
“Ouch! You needn’t have given that last yank. I’m awake. Hannah!”
Hannah sighed and turned over. “Don’t bother me,” she said. “I didn’t get to sleep last night until this morning.”
“Why aren’t you in your own room and bed?” asked Frieda severely.
“I’ll wager you two slept together, yourselves,” said Catherine. “O, Hannah, do wake up! It’s raining!”