The spotless grass mats, the flowers that bloomed on the wide-silled,
latticed windows gave the room an air of cheerful hominess and comfort
that was very pleasant.
All this Mollie took in subconsciously as her sleepy gaze wandered about
the room. Then slowly full wakefulness banished the last vestige of
sleep from her eyes and she sat up in bed.
"The sun!" she cried joyfully. "And I was sure it was going to be rainy
this morning! Oh, now we shall see the island as it really is. Wake up,
Amy, do! Oh, goodness, how the child sleeps!" and she shook her
slumbering friend with no uncertain hand.
"There is no use, Mollie," said Betty's voice from the other end of the
room. "You couldn't wake Amy or Grace without a good shaking."
"What's that?" cried Mollie, startled, as a loud knock sounded on the
door. "I wonder who is coming to visit us so early?"
"Probably one of the boys," Betty suggested, "come to tell us it is nine
o'clock and high time we were up and dressed."
"Nine o'clock!" Grace fairly stuttered, but just then Mollie called out
an impatient:
"Who's there?" in response to a second and harder knock at the door.
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