"Anne, would your friends like to refresh themselves in the bedroom?"
asked Mrs. Brewster to break the embarrassed silence.
"Oh, yes, of course!" replied Anne, anxiously turning to Barbara.
Eleanor took the initiative of going toward the door. "I never saw such
a darling bungalow! I just love everything spread out on the ground
floor. No stairs and no elevators--Oh, how nice!"
"It is a change from your brown-stone mansions, isn't it?" replied Mrs.
Brewster, smiling at the concerned face.
"To me it is the most awful place! I don't suppose you have baths, or
electric light, or telephone service?" said Barbara.
"Now you see here, Barbara Maynard! You've got to stop this whimpering
or I'll wire Daddy to make you go home! I just won't have my whole
summer spoiled by your complaints!" cried Eleanor, angrily, and
stamping her foot to emphasize her words.
"I hope you didn't expect me to _stay_ here, did you?" demanded
Barbara.
"I hope you won't--that's all I've got to say! Come on, Anne, and show
me the place. Where's Polly gone?" said Eleanor.
Polly was found in the large living-room, looking the picture of
disappointment. Anne understood how she must have felt, so she diverted
the attention of the newcomers to the great yawning fire-place that
could hold several tree-trunks at one time.
"And do you know, Nolla, every bit of wood in this house was hewn and
carted here by Mr.
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