Anne Stewart was awake bright and early in the morning and, finding the
sisters sleeping soundly, crept out to enjoy the invigorating breezes
blowing down from the mountain-peaks.
Some time later, Eleanor sat up and rubbed her eyes, at a loss to
remember where she was. After a moment, however, she saw the sofa and
laughed merrily.
"Oh, won't you be quiet! What is the matter with you?" complained
Barbara, sleepily.
"Nothing--I feel so alive! Get up and hear the birds sing," replied
Eleanor, springing out of bed and running over to the window.
"Oh, Bob! Look at the dazzling mountain-peaks, over there! I suppose
these cool breezes come straight from those ice-tops," exclaimed
Eleanor.
"I may as well get up or you'll cause a riot of noise," answered
Barbara, querulously.
"Of course I will. I slept so well that I could dance on a trapeze just
now. How did you sleep?"
"Why--what does it matter to you?" countered Barbara peevishly.
"Matter? Why, that bed removes one of the obstacles to your remaining
here," laughed Eleanor, triumphantly.
Barbara would not admit that she had never slept better nor would she
prevaricate, so she merely said: "I am going to Oak Creek the moment we
finish breakfast and wire father's bank for money."
"Might as well find out, first, if you can use the team and wagon. Jeb
only goes to town when anything has to be had here or shipped away by
train.
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