I really cannot tell you how much sleep we got that night. I have a
distinct remembrance of kicking all the bed-clothes off ever so many
times, and of calling out to Lottie in the next room, without the
smallest respect to rules. And there was Jane as busy as could be, with
Susette, packing up little frocks, and pinafores, and nightgowns. Every
now and then she would stop to say, "Really, Miss Sissy, you _must_ be
quiet, and go to sleep!" But, you know, that was just one of those
remarks which it is of no use listening to.

It's funny how sometimes sleep seems to run away and won't be caught
anyhow! Next night it was just the same. Only it was quite different,
too. You know what I mean. That funny bedroom, with its white curtains
covered with pink rose-buds, and the venetian blinds, and the moon
shining through, mixed up somehow with the sound of the waves; and to
have Lottie in the same large bed with me--oh, it was all so odd! And
the narrow passages with two stairs at every turn, and the rooms opening
right in each other's faces, so to say! It felt queer, too, to know that
we were alone in the house with only Susette and Jane to take care of
us, the woman of the house to do hard work, and Gus to run errands for
us.

By some means or other we did go to sleep at last, and afterwards woke
up in the morning to wonder where we were. And then came all the wonders
of the new place to be discovered. Harry had persuaded grandmamma to
send over the steady old pony with us, and no sooner was breakfast over
than he appeared at the door led by Gus, for Master Harry to go, as he
called it, on a voyage of discovery. I am not sure that our nurses were
not rather glad to be rid of this "Turk of a boy," as they called him;
for Harry, good-natured as he was, could not lose a chance of teasing
the little ones, and sometimes, a little hurting their tempers.