“No wonder she sleeps well,” remarked Tavia, trying to push Cologne off the heap. “I could take an eternal rest on this.”
“But why was it out in the hall?” questioned Dorothy. “I know Miss Mingle has a weak hip and has to sleep on a soft bed, always.”
“Her room was being made over, and she wanted to see it all alone before she left. She is going to-morrow,” said Edna.
“And to-night?” asked Dorothy.
“She must have a change,” declared Edna, innocently, “and we thought an ordinary mattress would be—more sanitary.”
“You cannot hide her bed in here,” objected Dorothy. “You must take it back.”
“Take back the bed that thou gavest!” sang Tavia, gaily. “How could I part with thee so soon!”
“We did not intend to hide it here, Doro,” said Cologne. “We had no idea of incriminating you. There is a closet in the hall. But just now there are also tittle-tattles in the hall. We are only biding a-wee.”
“Oh, it’s leaking!” exclaimed Edna, as she blew a bunch of feathery down at Dorothy. “What shall we do?”
“Get it back as soon as you can,” advised Dorothy. “Let me peek out!”