"Yes," said Mabel, "if she'd known that the pillows under those ruffled shams were just flour sacks stuffed with excelsior, she wouldn't have thought everything so lovely. Girls, what in the world are we to do for sheets? We haven't even one."
"And blankets," said Marjory.
"And quilts," said Bettie. "That old white spread is every bit of bed-clothes we own. I was so afraid she'd turn the cover down and see that everything else was just pieces of burlaps."
"It's a good thing the mattress is all right," said Marjory, "but there isn't any bottom to the water pitcher and the basin leaks like anything."
"We'll just have to go home," said Jean, "and tell our mothers all about it. We'll have to borrow what we need. We must get a lamp too, and some oil, because there isn't any other way of lighting the house."
The four girls ran first of all to Bettie's house, with their surprising news.
