Marjorie's Vacation by Carolyn Wells
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sensation was as delightful as it was strange. To sit on the
little benches, high above the ground, and look out straight across the meadow; and then, turning to either side, to see the great limbs and branches of the old maple-trees, was indeed a fairy-tale experience. Over the door swung a quaint little old-fashioned signboard, on which in gilt letters were the words "Breezy Inn." With bewildering anticipations of further delight, Marjorie took her little key and unlocked the door. Grandma and Uncle Steve, watching from below, heard shouts of joy as the girls disappeared through the doorway. But in a moment they reappeared at the windows, and their beaming faces told the tale of their happiness. "Good-by," called Uncle Steve, "the presentation is over and 'Breezy Inn' is yours. I've fastened the ladder firmly, so you can go up and down as you choose. The furnishings are your birthday present from Grandma, but we're going back now to a house that we can get into; and you children had better show up there about dinner-time. Meanwhile, have all the fun you can." Grandma and Uncle Steve went away, leaving the children to explore and make acquaintance of "Breezy Inn." It was a fairy house, indeed; and yet, though tiny, everything seemed to be just large enough. |
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