“They want to get rid of us! It is a put-up job!” complained Burd. “Imagine them giving us a two-room cabin and keeping the lodge all to themselves.”
“It is the day of women,” sighed Darry. “We really should be thankful that they let us live at all.”
Accompanied by the complaints of the boys and the flickering light of lanterns the girls inspected the rest of their quarters.
There were three bedrooms and a little closet-like affair that was Phrosy’s room. The rooms were a fair size and contained comfortable beds, despite the fact that the walls and floors, like those of the living room, were rough and unplastered.
The girls noticed with pleasure—and a feeling of relief which they would not acknowledge even to each other—that the two rooms assigned to them by Miss Alling were connected by a door.
“One of us will have to sleep alone,” Nell said in a low tone, as they followed Aunt Emma back to the living room. “I don’t mind telling you that I would rather not.”
“Why, Nell, don’t tell me Phrosy’s ghosts have got you scared,” laughed Amy. “Didn’t you hear Aunt Emma say there weren’t no sech animal?”
However given to superstition Phrosy might be, there could be no discount on her ability as a cook. The dinner she prepared that night tasted like ambrosia and nectar to the famished young folks. It was with evident reluctance that the boys finally left the table and declared their intention of seeking their own quarters.
Aunt Emma and Phrosy escorted them to the cabin while the girls stood in the doorway and waved them good-bye.
“Oh,” said Jessie, turning away and yawning wearily, “I never was so tired in my life.”