"Probably one of the boys," Betty suggested, "come to tell us it is nine o'clock and high time we were up and dressed."
"Nine o'clock!" Grace fairly stuttered, but just then Mollie called out an impatient:
"Who's there?" in response to a second and harder knock at the door.
"It's I, Will. Mrs. Irving sent me up to ask when in the name of common sense you girls are coming down to breakfast."
"What time is it?" Betty countered. "If you tell us that, we'll tell you what time we are coming down."
"It is half-past eight," Will answered. "We fellows have been up since six o'clock getting our summer quarters fixed up!"
"I won't believe it until I see it," said Mollie darkly. "Six o'clock, indeed!" and she sniffed disdainfully.
"Well, if you don't believe it," said Will, through the keyhole, "all you have to do is to come down and see for yourself. We've got everything fixed up O. K. all right. But say! when are you fellows—I mean girls—going to get up?"
"Right away, Will," Betty promised, popping out of bed and into her slippers all at once. "We will be down in a jiffy."
It required a great deal of tact to coax Amy and Grace out of bed, but it took a still greater amount of merciless driving to get them downstairs and into the big airy dining room, where Mrs. Irving was impatiently awaiting them.