As the girls ate their sandwiches and sipped hot chocolate, they made elaborate plans. The house was perfect, they thought, except that it needed a table and chairs.
“How cosy it will look with a rag rug on the floor and a curtain at the window,” Rosemary declared. “And the view! One can see the road from here!”
“And the stone bridge!” added Eileen, peering over her shoulder.
“I feel just like a bird living up in a tree,” laughed Veve happily. “Wouldn’t it be fun to sleep here at night?”
“The house would rock you to sleep!” laughed Connie. “It’s just like a cradle when the wind blows.”
“It wouldn’t be any fun in a storm,” Sunny said with a shiver. “This house would rock like an earthquake was shaking it then. And it might come crashing down.”
The girls so thoroughly enjoyed themselves in the little house that they took a long while eating lunch.
With an anxious glance at her wrist watch, Miss Gordon warned that it was time to leave.
“We have stayed far too long,” she declared, gathering up the lunch papers. “Unless we hurry, we’ll be caught on the road after dark. That will never do.”
“We may come again soon?” Sunny pleaded. “Tomorrow perhaps?”