closet and the others ran home to tell the good news.
"I've filled a lamp for you, Bettie," said Mrs. Tucker, meeting Bettie, with her arms full of sheets at the bottom of the stairs. "Here's a box of matches, too."
When Bettie was returning with her spoils to Dandelion Cottage she almost bumped into Mabel whom she met at the gate with a pillow under each arm, a folded patchwork quilt balanced unsteadily on her head, and her chubby hands clasped about a big brass lamp.
"The pillows are off my own bed," said Mabel. "Mother wasn't home but she wouldn't care, anyway."
"But can you sleep without them?"
"Oh, I'll take home one of the excelsior ones," said Mabel. "I can sleep on anything."
Jean came in a moment later with a pile of blankets and quilts. She, too, had a lamp, packed carefully in a big basket that
