"Mother always puts my friends in here," she remarked: "she says it's plenty good enough for school-girls to thrash about in!"
"What does she mean?" cried Clover, indignantly, as Lilly closed the door. "We don't thrash!"
"I can't imagine," answered Katy, who was vexed too. But pretty soon she began to laugh.
"People are so funny!" she said. "Never mind, Clovy, this room is good enough, I'm sure."
"Must we unpack, or will it do to go down in our alpacas?" asked Clover.
"I don't know," replied Katy, in a doubtful tone. "Perhaps we had better change our gowns. Cousin Olivia always dresses so much! Here's your blue muslin right on top of the trunk. You might put on that, and I'll wear my purple."
The girls were glad that they had done this, for it was evidently expected, and Lilly had dr
