Betty was the first to awake, and in fifteen minutes she
had the rest of the sleepy-eyed and protesting girls up and nearly
dressed.
"What's the idea, anyway?" yawned Grace lazily. "I could have slept at
least a good two hours more."
"On a day like this?" sang Betty, breathing in deep breaths of the
wood-scented air. "And isn't this just the dearest room you ever saw?"
she added, wheeling about and regarding the apartment delightedly.
They were in Grace and Amy's room, for, as usual, Mollie and Betty had
been the first dressed and had gone into their chums' room to hurry
them up-- if such a thing were possible.
Betty's summing up of the room they were in was indeed well deserved,
for the place was charming. There was a dresser, a bed, and three
chairs, and all of these articles of furniture had been rough-hewed
out of logs, giving the place a delightfully rustic appearance. There
was a grass rug on the floor and in one corner a little table covered
with books.
"Isn't it darling?" cried Mollie, following Betty's glance about the
place.
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