"Thank you so much, John," she said to the little boy, "you certainly were nice to plan for the girls. Now, don’t you want to show us your room? You know you promised you would." And John, carelessly handing over the pajamas, hurried off to display the room of which he was so proud. A few minutes later the tired little fellow was sound asleep, and then Cousin Louise brought her guests a supply of night things that made them very comfortable. "I wish I didn’t have to go to bed," sighed Mary Jane as she trailed the length of her cousin’s pretty gown over the floor. "I think it’s horrid when you have a big lady’s nighty and it’s so long and pretty and like a court dress that then you just have to go to bed and sleep!" "Well, if you don’t go to bed pretty soon," laughed Cousin Louise, "you’ll hear my alarm clock and John’s roosters before you get to sleep." But there was no real danger of that because Mary Jane was so tired that the minute her head touched the pillow she was sound asleep and dreaming of white stones that perched up on top of Plymouth Rock and of a dear woolly lamb that came over in the Mayflower. *THE WILLOW TREE COTTAGE* Mary Jane thought she never could wake up the next morning. She heard her mother and Cousin Louise talking in the next room, she heard John calling, "Mary Jane! Mary Jane! When you coming to breakfast?" But she simply couldn’t make herself wake up and answer. She dozed off again and again, she was so very sleepy. Finally she heard Cousin Louise say, "Your mother says you must get up, dear, so if you’ll jump into the bath that is all ready for you, I’ll have breakfast waiting when you come back." Mary Jane heard John and Alice laughing and playing under her window, so she hopped out of bed in a hurry and ran in to take her bath. When she came back, she found that Cousin Louise had pulled a little table up to the window overlooking the garden and barnyard, and that on the table was spread out the nicest breakfast any girl could ask for. "There now," said Cousin Louise as she laid a bathrobe around her little guest, "while you eat we’re going to visit, because when there are so many other folks around, we don’t get a chance to say a word." Mary Jane liked that breakfast ever so much. She told Cousin Louise all about Class Day and the game and the lobster salad and commencement and dancing with one of Uncle Hal’s grown-up friends and the shoes that slipped up and down and made a blister—and everything. And as she talked she ate and ate—till all the fresh strawberries and all the egg and potatoes and coffee cake and milk and cereal that Cousin Louise had carried upstairs on the tray had vanished. "Well," laughed Cousin Louise, "see how stupid I sit here without getting you one single bit of breakfast!" And she laughed at the tray of empty dishes.