“What perfectly darling rooms!” cried Cora, as the delighted girls let their eyes roam over the two connecting rooms that had been assigned to them.
“That’s all right!” shouted Jack from across the hall, “but don’t forget that there’s a perfectly darling little dining room downstairs, and I’m honing to make its acquaintance.”
“Don’t worry,” flung back Belle. “We’ll be ready to go down as soon as you are.”
“Ha, ha!” cried Jack. “Listen to my low, mirthless laugh.”
CHAPTER VIII
FUN IN THE OPEN
Jack’s sardonic laugh seemed to be justified, for the boys had been below stairs for several minutes before the girls came trooping down.
“One more proof that I’m never mistaken,” Jack remarked, as he shook his head sadly at the laughing bevy.
“You boys haven’t so much to do as we girls have,” said Belle, making a little face at him.
“We haven’t, eh?” replied Walter. “I lost all my hair-pins in that mad sprint for the house.”
“And the rain took my hair out of curl,” added Paul.