ed, wearily.

They went through the place they were using for a sort of kitchen and
up a narrow stairway. Only part of the room had a fair ceiling, the
rest slanted down to some narrow windows. There was a cot, an old
fashioned wash stand and a sort of closet. Their packing trunks were
up here.

"Mr. Borden had taken the other part the house first. There is more
room and it is rather nicer. But the woman who had taken this wanted
so to exchange and made an offer in the rent and they do charge
scandalously for these summer places. And when you're not keeping
house it doesn't matter so much. It saves lots of trouble. They just
give meals over there and they are first rate. I put your clothes that
we brought in that closet. It was very nice in Miss Armitage to get
you some others and she wouldn't let Mr. Borden pay for them. I want
to hear all about her tomorrow. You won't feel afraid, will you?"

"Oh no," was the reply. It didn't seem to matter much what happened to
her now.

"Good-night, then, I hope you will sleep well."

"Good-night," steadying her tone.

She thought she wouldn't sleep at all, but her poor little body was so
tired out that exhausted nature demanded rest. And she was awakened
in the morning with the singing of some birds, and a beautiful poem
floated through her mind. She would not count any Sundays until
September came in.

Mrs. Borden called her and she replied, dressing quickly and going
down stairs.

"Oh, you look quite rested," said the lady. "I'll give the babies
their bath and dress them and then you will give them their breakfast
and keep them out on the porch while we go for ours. They take only
one nap now, sleeping from eleven until about two. They just have
bread and milk. There's a woman here who says I am ruining their
health with that, because it makes them fat, but they were fed when
they had only milk. Then they have some oatmeal, jelly and a soft
boiled egg when they wake up. There's nothing like system; you know
just what to do. Now you go over to the kitchen and get a bottle of
milk. The babies drink that, too. Then I'll show you how to light up
the stove. It's the handiest little thing. I couldn't manage without
it."

Marilla had a pleasant greeting from Katie who declared, "she looked
ten per cent better and hoped she would have a good appetite for her
breakfast as she didn't eat enough to keep a bird alive last night."

The babies were pretty good natured, as well.