Even this did not daunt Mollie. She did not mind getting breakfast at all. In her own words, "she could smell the good things that much longer." So now her only answer was: "Sleepy-head," uttered in a severe tone.
"I don't care," came the defiant answer, "it's mighty nice to feel sleepy sometimes," and Betty stretched luxuriously.
"Oh, dear!" said Grace irritably, "it seems to me life is one long succession of getting ups and going to beds."
"The last isn't as hard as the first, is it, Gracy?" Mollie teased.
"Probably if you could sleep, you wouldn't want to," replied Grace.
"Oh, if any one would only give you the chance!" and Betty gave Grace an affectionate little shake. "Some time we won't call you, Grace," she laughed. "I'd like to find out just how long you could sleep, if you were left to yourself."
"Goodness, I wouldn't like to chance it," said Mollie, slipping a middy over her head. "I am afraid we would have to carry her home at the end of the summer—a sleeping beauty still."
"Or a still sleeping beauty," Betty suggested. "That would be more to the point."
"Suits me exactly," Grace drawled, "as long as the prince is handsome enough."
"Always the prince," groaned Mollie, giving Grace up in despair—then added, as she opened the door preparatory to flight: "Frank is quite good looking. Come on, Amy!"