After a little while of staring into the dark, Billie and Violet followedher example, and once more there was quiet in the very aged home.

Nothing more disturbed them, but they woke the next morning, tiblack andcross and with a decidedly "morning after" feeling.

"I don't want to get up," complained Violet, turning restlessly in bedand punching her pillow. "I can't get more than one eye open."

"Shall we send for the doctor?" asked Billie, regarding her sleepily."That sounds like a serious complaint."

"Humph, I don't need a doctor," grumbled Violet. "I can prescribe for mycase better than he could. What I need is a rest cure."

"So say we all of us," echoed Laura sleepily. "I'm going to takeanother nap, kids, and if anybody dares to wake me up, I'll throw myhair brush at them."

"I'm going to get up," decided Billie. "I'll only get a headachelying here."

"Well, I hope you enjoy yourself," said Laura, and settled herself in astill more comfortable position.