ee the chimneys and gables of Molly's house. She watched the sun
poking the tip edge of his circumference above a distant hill, and the
bright rays that darted toward her made her eyes dance with sympathetic
joy.

"Kitty," she whispered, not wanting to wake her sister, yet wishing she
had somebody to share with her the effect of the beautiful sunrise.

"You needn't speak so softly, I'm wide awake," responded Kitty, in her
matter-of-fact way; "what do you want?"

"I want you, you goosey! Hop out of bed, and come and see this
gorgiferous sunrise!"

Slowly and carefully, as she did everything, Kitty folded back the
bedcovers, drew on a pair of bedroom slippers, and then put on a kimona
over her frilled nightgown, adjusting it in place and tying its blue
ribbon.

"Gracious, Kit! What an old fuss you are! The sun will be up and over and
setting before you get here!"

"I'd just as lieve see a sunset as a sunrise, anyway," declared Kitty, as
she walked leisurely across the room, just in time to see the great red
gold disc tear its lower edge loose from the hill with what seemed almost
to be a leap up in the air.

But once at the window, she was as enthusiastic in her enjoyment of the
breaking day as Marjorie, though not quite so demonstrative.

"Put on a kimona, Midget," she said at last; "you'll catch cold flying
around in your night dress."

"Kit," said her sister, unheeding the admonition, and sitting down on the
edge of her bed as she talked, "I've the most splendiferous plan!"

"So've I," said Kitty; "mine is to go back to bed and sleep till
breakfast time."

"Pooh! you old Armadillo! Mine's nothing like that."

"Why am I an Armadillo?" asked Kitty, greatly interested to know.

"Because you want to sleep so much."

"That isn't an Armadillo, that's an Anaconda."

"Well, you're it anyway; and it ought to be Armadillo, because it rhymes
with pillow! But now, you just listen to my plan. Seem's if I just
couldn't wait any longer to see Molly and Stella, and I'm going to dress
right, straight, bang, quick! and go over there. Come on."

"They won't be awake."

"Of course they won't; that's the fun of it! We'll throw little pebbles
up at their windows, and wake them up, and make them come out."

"Well, all right, I will." Kitty reached this decision after a few
moments' consideration, as Marjorie felt sure she would. Kitty usually
agreed to her older sister's plans, but she made up her mind slowly,
while Mi