Marion was turning over with a movement that, in one less gracefully slim, might be called a flop.
"Well, good night! I hope you'll excuse me, Kate, for beating it," she said, sitting up.

"But I've heard The Cloud till I could say it backwards with my tongue paralyzed.

I'll go down by the creek and finish my sleep." She took the three remaining cushions under her arms and departed.

At the creek she paused, her ear turned toward the shady spot beyond the cabin.

She heard Kate's elocutionary voice declaiming brightly: "From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds, every one--" She went on a little farther, until she could hear only the higher tones of Kate's voice above the happy gurgle of the stream.