"Watch me! I give a hard tug and presto! the upper half of the seat swings open and turns over like this. There we have a wide bed with ready-made mattress and all that goes to form a comfortable resting place." Anne demonstrated her words and the city girls saw a low bed opened before their wondering eyes. The pillows and bedding were neatly folded and kept in a long shallow drawer under the sofa. "How awful--to sleep on that!" cried Barbara. "It looks like great fun! May I sleep here, Anne?" said Eleanor. "Indeed you shall not! You will sleep with _me!"_ snapped Barbara. Then turning to Anne again, she added: "Where are the wardrobes?" "Those curtains hide the shelves we will use. You will find nails driven into the board against the wall." "What! hang our expensive clothes on these common nails!--With only a calico drapery to protect them!" gasped Barbara. "Leave your expensive clothes in the trunks, then. I am," laughed Eleanor. "Nolla, I will need all of this one for myself; Anne and you will have to share the other one between you," remarked Barbara. "I thought you were leaving on the early train to-morrow?" teased Eleanor, quickly. To avoid another quarrel, Anne hastily said: "Oh, I forgot about the trunks. What shall I tell Mr. Brewster?" "Tell him anything you like about Nolla's, but leave mine where the man can pick them up readily, to-morrow, when I leave," returned Barbara, in a nonchalant manner. "How about the price of the ticket to Chicago? You know we haven't more than a dollar between us?" suggested Eleanor, dryly. Barbara had evidently forgotten the fact, but she was equal to the emergency. "I'll telegraph to the bank, the first thing in the morning, and have them wire me the money." During this animated argument in the guest-chamber, a family gathering formed on the porch of the house. "Mary, what shall we do with those seven huge trunks?" asked Mr. Brewster, quizzically watching Polly. "Seven! Why, Paw!" exclaimed Polly, instantly picturing the wonderful things those trunks held. Creations such as she had pored over in the "Farm Journal Fashion Notes." "I don't know, Sam, unless we leave them in the wagon until the girls decide what they wish done with them?" replied Mrs. Brewster. Sary overheard the conversation and now ran out to see whether there really could be seven trunks! "Laws me! Ah never see'd sech quare-shaped trunks--all bulgy at one side, and all them brass locks!" "They are wardrobe trunks, Sary," remarked Mrs. Brewster. Sary deigned no reply to the information but vented a bit of her ire against the new-comers by shrugging her great shoulders and saying: "Ef Ah w'ar you-all, Miss Brewster, Ah'd shore pitch them trunks clar over th' line inta Wyomin' state whar th' Injuns kin scramble fer th' fancy duds!" "Oh, Sary, I smell the cherry-dumplings scorching!" cried Mrs. Brewster, suddenly, knowing the quickest way to rid herself of Sary.