! Now, as soon
as I can rouse these sleeping beauties, I'll proceed to get breakfast."

"Oh, A--my!" she called aloud, giving the bed such a thump that Amy's
eyes sprung wide open on the instant--wide and startled. "Are you going
to sleep for-_ever_? Oh, I'm hungry!" with which words she sprang out of
bed and began dressing hastily.

For once Amy seemed to agree with her chum, for the moonlight sail of
the night before with only Grace's candies to nibble on had left them
ravenous.

"All right," she said, sitting up and looking toward the bed in the far
corner of the big room. "Betty and Grace are just yawning themselves
awake. We ought to beat them dressed easily."

"We don't care," came Betty's sleepy voice. "Whoever gets down first has
to get the breakfast, you know."

Even this did not daunt Mollie. She did not mind getting breakfast at
all. In her own words, "she could smell the good things that much
longer." So now her only answer was: "Sleepy-head," uttered in a severe
tone.

"I don't care," came the defiant answer, "it's mighty nice to feel
sleepy sometimes," and Betty stretched luxuriously.

"Oh, dear!" said Grace irritably, "it seems to me life is one long
succession of getting ups and going to beds."

"The last isn't as hard as the first, is it, Gracy?" Mollie teased.

"Probably if you _could_ sleep, you wouldn't want to," replied Grace.

"Oh, if any one would only give you the chance!" and Betty gave Grace
an affectionate little shake. "Some time we won't call you, Grace," she
laughed. "I'd like to find out just how long you could sleep, if you
were left to yourself."

"Goodness, I wouldn't like to chance it," said Mollie, slipping a middy
over her head. "I am afraid we would have to carry her home at the end
of the summer--a sleeping beauty still."

"Or a still sleeping beauty," Betty suggested. "That would be more to
the point."

"Suits me exactly," Grace drawled, "as long as the prince is handsome
enough."

"Always the prince," groaned Mollie, giving Grace up in despair--then
added, as she opened the door preparatory to flight: "Frank is quite
good looking. Come on, Amy!"

"I don't see what that has to do with it!" Grace retorted; but only a
sharp click of the door and a little derisive laugh in the hall outside
answered her. "Oh, well," she added, sitting up and regarding Betty
reproachfully as if that young person were responsible, "I suppose I
have got to get up."

"Of course, and