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Page 53
Grandma and Uncle Steve, watching from below, heard shouts of joy
as the girls disappeared through the doorway.
But in a moment they reappeared at the windows, and their beaming
faces told the tale of their happiness.
"Good-by," called Uncle Steve, "the presentation is over and
'Breezy Inn' is yours. I've fastened the ladder firmly, so you can
go up and down as you choose. The furnishings are your birthday
present from Grandma, but we're going back now to a house that we
can get into; and you children had better show up there about
dinner-time. Meanwhile, have all the fun you can."
Grandma and Uncle Steve went away, leaving the children to explore
and make acquaintance of "Breezy Inn."
It was a fairy house, indeed; and yet, though tiny, everything
seemed to be just large enough.
The interior of the house was one large room; and a smaller room,
like an ell, at the back. The large room contained the front door
and two front windows, also a window at each end. The smaller room
had no outer exit, but three windows gave ample light and air.
The front room, or living-room, as Marjorie termed it, was
pleasantly furnished. On the floor was a rug of grass-matting and
the furniture was of light wicker. The sofa, chairs, and tables
were not of a size for grown people, but were just right for
twelve-year-old little girls. At one end were a few built-in
bookshelves; at the other a wardrobe or cupboard, most convenient
to keep things in.
Grandma's handiwork was shown in some dear little sofa-pillows and
chair-cushions, in dainty, draped curtains and table covers.
The room at the back, Marjorie declared was a workroom. In the
middle was a large table, just splendid to work at when making
paper-dolls' houses or anything like that; and round the room were
shelves and cupboards to hold materials.
"It just takes my breath away!" said Marjorie, as she sank down on
the settee in the living-room; "I never saw anything like it!
Can't we have just the best fun here all summer!"
"I should say we could!" declared Molly. "It seems almost as if it
must be our birthdays too. We'll have just as much fun here as you
will, Midge."
"Why, I couldn't have any fun at all without you two; at least, it
would be very lonesome fun."
"I don't see how they ever built it," said Molly, who, by way of
finding out, was hanging out of a window as far as she could and
investigating the building.
"I know," said the wise Stella; "I read about one once; they nail
the beams and things to the trunks of the trees and then they nail
boards across, and then they build the house. But the one I read
about wasn't as nice as this."
"I don't think there could be one as nice as this," declared
Marjorie; "and we can fix it up a lot yet, you know. I shall bring
some things down from my room, some of my favorite books for the
book-shelves, and things like that."
"Do you suppose it will rain in, ever?" asked the practical
Stella.
"No, of course not," said Molly, who was still examining the
carpenter work. "See, these windows slide shut sideways, and then
if you shut the door tight the rain couldn't get in, unless the
roof leaks."
"Of course it doesn't!" declared Midget; "Uncle Steve wouldn't
build me a house with a leaky roof. Did you ever see such cunning
window curtains! Of course we don't need blinds, for the tree
keeps the sun out. It does seem so queer to look out of the window
and see only a tree."
"Look out of the front door," said Molly, "and you won't see a
tree then. You'll just see grass and sky and cows. But what's this
thing at the back, Mopsy? It looks like a pair of well-buckets."
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