Molly Moss and Stella Martin are nearer my age than yours, but you'll like them, I know." "Oh, I know Molly, but I don't remember Stella." "You'll prob'ly like Stella best, though, 'cause she's so quiet and sensible like you.

Molly's a scalawag, like me." "All right," said Kitty, sleepily, for she was too tired to discuss the neighbors, and very soon the two girls were sound asleep.
It was very early when Marjorie awoke the next morning.

Indeed, the sun had not yet risen, but the coming of this event had cast rosy shadows before.

The east was cloudily bright, where the golden beams were trying to break through the lingering shades of night, and the scattering clouds were masses of pink and silver.
When Marjorie opened her eyes, she was so very wide awake that she knew she should not go to sleep again, and indeed had no desire to.

The days at Grandma's would be few and short enough anyway, and she meant to improve every shining minute of them, and so concluded to begin before the minutes had really begun to shine.
She hopped out of bed, and, not to wake Kitty, went very softly to the window, and looked out.