CHAPTER XIV.
A MIDNIGHT ALARM The dry, cold air of the outdoors, and the warm fires inside the old house, certainly had the effect of making a very sleepy crowd of boys and girls who were not sorry, after all, to turn in early.
Grace and Anne occupied a room together so large that it could easily have been turned into two apartments and each have been the size of ordinary bedrooms.
"I'm glad our beds are close together, anyway," said Grace.

"The rest of the furniture in this room seems to be miles apart." Mrs.Gray's room was just in front; Nora and Jessica were in a smaller one back of theirs, and across the hall were the boys' rooms.
"Isn't it a wonderful old house ?" replied Anne.

"I never slept in such a big room in all my life.

And how kind Mrs.Gray is! There is nothing she hasn't remembered." Each girl had found on her bed a pretty dressing gown of silk and wool and beside it a pair of bedroom slippers.

There was a bowl of fruit on a table, and just before they dropped off to sleep a maid brought in a tray of glasses with a pitcher of hot milk.
"Mrs.Gray says this will warm you up before you go to bed," explained the maid.
"Dear, sweet Mrs.Gray," continued Anne, as she curled up on a rug before the fire to sip the warm drink, "she has planned so many things for this party.