"It's gl-orious to have you here, Fly Clifford. I wouldn't let you go in
any other room to sleep for anything."

Which shows that the same thing looked very different to Dotty after she
got her eyes open.

When the children went down to breakfast, they found bouquets of
flowers by their plates.

"I am delighted to see such happy faces." said Aunt Madge. "How would
you all like to go out by and by, and take the air?"

"We'd like it, auntie; and I'll tell you what would be prime," remarked
Horace, from his uncle's place at the head of the table; "and that is,
to take Fly to Stewart's, and have her go up in an elevator."

"Why couldn't I go up, too?" asked Dotty, with the slightest possible
shade of discontent in her voice. She did not mean to be jealous, but
she had noticed that Flyaway always came first with Horace, and if there
was anything hard for Dotty's patience, it was playing the part of
Number Two.

"We'll all go up," said Aunt Madge. "I've an idea of taking you over
to Brooklyn; and in that case we shan't come home before night."

"Carry our dinner in a basket?" suggested Dotty.

"O, no; we'll go into a restaurant, somewhere, and order whatever you
like."