All irritation was forgotten and healed as they stood
gazing raptly at the beautiful view. The cliffs looked as if volcanic
fires were again burning within their hearts, and the mist from the
valley crept up to form an illusion of smoke rising from the sharply
outlined peaks. A purple haze enveloped the mountains and the dusky-red
streaks in the sky perfected the appearance of a vast eternal fire
consuming the earth.
The sight had a salutary effect on the girls, and when they turned from
the window, it was with the old friendship restored. But Barbara was of
a complaining nature and must have something to find fault with. This
time it found innocent objects to bear the grumbling.
"Where are we expected to sleep? Both in the same bed?"
"Of course! Isn't it big enough? Why, I never saw such a wide bed; it's
large enough to hold a dozen of us," said Eleanor.
"Where is your room, Anne?" Barbara asked, ignoring her sister's
remark.
"I sleep here on the sofa," admitted Anne, fearing another scene.
"Sofa--impossible!" exclaimed Barbara.
"It is a bed-lounge, you know. It opens into the nicest bed!" explained
Anne, taking hold of the loop that was partly hidden in the deep crease
formed by the meeting of the seat and back.
"Watch me! I give a hard tug and presto! the upper half of the seat
swings open and turns over like this. There we have a wide bed with
ready-made mattress and all that goes to form a comfortable resting
place.
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