"She
was all of that, my dear. I don't believe I ever saw a more cozy
looking person in my life."
"I knew it!" cried Betty triumphantly, adding with a suspicious eye on
Grace: "Hand over that plate of toast, Gracie. You needn't think you
can eat it all up!"
After breakfast they sallied forth to "view the country o'er." They
would have stayed and helped Mrs. Irving clear up, but that good woman
declared that she could do better by herself on this first morning.
After she had become better acquainted with the place they could help
her all they liked. Finally, after some protest, they had to let her
have her way.
As they stepped out on the porch, Betty paused and held up her hand
for silence.
"Listen," she said. "That murmuring sound and the splash of water----"
"It's the river and the falls," explained Mollie. "Let's go down and
have a look at them."
But Amy, giving a little gasp of delight, fairly tumbled down the
steps and into a riot of gorgeous pink wild roses. The lodge was
fairly surrounded by them.
"Oh, you darlings!" cried Amy, putting both arms around a bush of the
fragrant flowers as though she would gather in all their beauty at
once.
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