“Why, yes,” replied Nancy. “It was the best fun we had this whole summer. If we hadn’t been worrying about you—”
“Why should you have worried about me?” Orilla asked, seriously.
“Why shouldn’t we?” retorted Nancy.
“Feel better now, Orilla?” Dell inquired. “You see, we have a hired boat—”
“And we’ve got such glorious news, Orilla,” sang out Rosa. “You’re coming back to live at our house—”
“I’m—going—back!”
“To your own little room,” added Nancy, smiling. “It’s all fixed. Margot thought it only fair—”
The color rushed back into Orilla’s cheeks as if it had been suddenly lighted there.
“My room! Back to my own—little—room!”
“These little girls are like fairies, aren’t they?” Dell interposed. “But not more magical than you have been, Orilla. This place is perfect. Good enough for a fancy picture!”