“I just couldn’t bear to get up,” confessed Bess, “though I knew it was a perfectly glorious day outside.”
“It is wonderful,” declared Cora.
“How do you know? Have you been out?” asked Hazel, with a questioning look at Cora’s negligee.
“Peeped from the window—Jack called to me,” explained his sister.
“I was so tired,” said Belle. “I thought I never would get enough sleep. I wouldn’t have gotten up if a ghost had called me.”
“Jack was a bit disappointed that we didn’t call on them for help,” remarked Cora, and she detailed her brother’s morning salutation.
“I think it’s all perfect nonsense,” declared Belle. “Of course I don’t mean you, Cora,” she said, “for you only told us what you heard. But I don’t believe a thing will happen.”
“I hope nothing unpleasant does,” remarked Bess, tucking back a rebellious lock of her pretty hair, and glancing at her pink nails which she kept, as Jack taunted her, “in a state of faultless repair.”
“Did you sleep well?” asked Mrs. Floyd, coming in with more coffee.
“Fine,” answered Cora. “And please don’t think we are going to impose on you in this way every morning. We came up to help with the work, and we’re going to do it. But this morning——”