Here, the rest of the family soon joined him, and the wonderful western night, as the brilliant stars sparkled seemingly so near to earth, had its soothing effect on the perturbed hearts and minds of all present. When Mrs. Brewster finally mentioned that it was bed-time the individuals in the group felt more amiably disposed towards each other.
Anne Stewart was awake bright and early in the morning and, finding the sisters sleeping soundly, crept out to enjoy the invigorating breezes blowing down from the mountain-peaks.
Some time later, Eleanor sat up and rubbed her eyes, at a loss to remember where she was. After a moment, however, she saw the sofa and laughed merrily.
"Oh, won't you be quiet! What is the matter with you?" complained
Barbara, sleepily.
"Nothing—I feel so alive! Get up and hear the birds sing," replied
Eleanor, springing out of bed and running over to the window.
"Oh, Bob! Look at the dazzling mountain-peaks, over there! I suppose these cool breezes come straight from those ice-tops," exclaimed Eleanor.
"I may as well get up or you'll cause a riot of noise," answered
Barbara, querulously.
"Of course I will. I slept so well that I could dance on a trapeze just now. How did you sleep?"
"Why—what does it matter to you?" countered Barbara peevishly.
"Matter? Why, that bed removes one of the obstacles to your remaining here," laughed Eleanor, triumphantly.