"My head aches a little, and I feel stiff and sore, but I suppose you feel
the same," was the languid reply.
"Not I. I never felt better in my life. I would like to get up and see what
the world looks like around here."
Just then the door opened, and Mrs. Taylor stepped into the room.
"So my snow-birds are awake at last; and how do they feel this cold
morning?" was the cheery question.
"I am quite well, thank you; but Elsie feels rather tired, I fear," Dexie
replied. "May we get up, please?"
"Well, I'll not punish you by making you stay in bed," was the smiling
reply, "but I think your sister would be the better of another hour's
rest," then adding a few sticks to the blazing logs, she left the room.
Dexie was soon dressing before the fire, her lively tongue keeping up a
pleasant chattering as she glanced occasionally through the frosty
window-panes to the white world outside, and Elsie soon roused from her
lethargy and showed some inclination to bestir herself also.
When Mrs. Taylor returned, bearing a dainty breakfast, she found them
standing before the fire, their arms around each other's shoulders, and she
thought them very loving sisters, though their looks betrayed no such
relationship.
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