Across the two wide lawns she could see dimly the outlines of Stella's house, half-hidden by trees, and beyond that she could see the chimneys and gables of Molly's house.

She watched the sun poking the tip edge of his circumference above a distant hill, and the bright rays that darted toward her made her eyes dance with sympathetic joy.
"Kitty," she whispered, not wanting to wake her sister, yet wishing she had somebody to share with her the effect of the beautiful sunrise.
"You needn't speak so softly, I'm wide awake," responded Kitty, in her matter-of-fact way; "what do you want ?" "I want you, you goosey! Hop out of bed, and come and see this gorgiferous sunrise!" Slowly and carefully, as she did everything, Kitty folded back the bedcovers, drew on a pair of bedroom slippers, and then put on a kimona over her frilled nightgown, adjusting it in place and tying its blue ribbon.
"Gracious, Kit! What an old fuss you are! The sun will be up and over and setting before you get here!" "I'd just as lieve see a sunset as a sunrise, anyway," declared Kitty, as she walked leisurely across the room, just in time to see the great red gold disc tear its lower edge loose from the hill with what seemed almost to be a leap up in the air.
But once at the window, she was as enthusiastic in her enjoyment of the breaking day as Marjorie, though not quite so demonstrative.
"Put on a kimona, Midget," she said at last; "you'll catch cold flying around in your night dress." "Kit," said her sister, unheeding the admonition, and sitting down on the edge of her bed as she talked, "I've the most splendiferous plan!" "So've I," said Kitty; "mine is to go back to bed and sleep till breakfast time." "Pooh! you old Armadillo! Mine's nothing like that." "Why am I an Armadillo ?" asked Kitty, greatly interested to know.
"Because you want to sleep so much." "That isn't an Armadillo, that's an Anaconda." "Well, you're it anyway; and it ought to be Armadillo, because it rhymes with pillow! But now, you just listen to my plan.

Seem's if I just couldn't wait any longer to see Molly and Stella, and I'm going to dress right, straight, bang, quick! and go over there.

Come on." "They won't be awake." "Of course they won't; that's the fun of it! We'll throw little pebbles up at their windows, and wake them up, and make them come out." "Well, all right, I will." Kitty reached this decision after a few moments' consideration, as Marjorie felt sure she would.

Kitty usually agreed to her older sister's plans, but she made up her mind slowly, while Midget always reached her conclusions with a hop, skip, and jump.
So the girls began to dress, and in a very few minutes they were buttoning each other's frocks and tying each other's hair ribbons.
Marjorie had invented a way by which they could tie each other's hair ribbons at the same time, but as it oftenest resulted in pulled hair and badly made bows, it was not much of a time-saver after all.
"But I do think, Kit," she said, "being in such haste this morning, we might manage to button each other's dresses at the same time.