I was so tired I couldn't sleep at night.

Miss Barry put us in the spare room, according to promise.

It was an elegant room, Marilla, but somehow sleeping in a spare room isn't what I used to think it was.

That's the worst of growing up, and I'm beginning to realize it.

The things you wanted so much when you were a child don't seem half so wonderful to you when you get them." Thursday the girls had a drive in the park, and in the evening Miss Barry took them to a concert in the Academy of Music, where a noted prima donna was to sing.