"Is it nightmare you want me to have?"
"Race you to your room—in the dark!"
Two minutes later Miss Kezia's door opened once more. Dead silence greeted her. She went a few steps up the stairs. All doors were shut. Miss Kezia was sleepy, even more than she was cross. She went back to her bed.
As Nell laid her head on the pillow she muttered, "Of course it was that tiresome Lancaster!"
CHAPTER VI
Molly was huddled up on the hearth-rug, chin on knees, staring with her great soft eyes into the fire.
"Nell, do you think I'll be like the ugly duckling and grow pretty?"
"You're not ugly enough."
Molly sighed.
"I wish my hair curled!"