Stand back to back and let's try." The trial was a decided failure, and resulted only in a frolic, after which the buttoning was done separately and successfully.
"And anyway, we're not in such a hurry," commented Kitty, "and don't ever try that stunt again, Mopsy.

My arms are nearly twisted off!" "All right, Kit, I won't.

Now are you ready?
Come on; don't make any noise; we don't want to wake anybody." They tiptoed downstairs, and as a greater precaution against waking the sleeping grownups, they went through the kitchen, and out at the back door, which they easily unbolted from the inside.
"We'll have to leave this door unfastened," said Marjorie.

"I hope no burglars will get in." "Of course they won't; burglars never come around after sunrise.

Oh, isn't it lovely to smell the fresh morningness!" Kitty stood still, and sniffed the clear, crisp air, while the exhilarating effects of the atmosphere caused Marjorie to dance and prance in circles round her quieter sister.
"When you've sniffed enough, come on, Kit," she said, dancing away toward Stella's house.
Kitty came on, and soon they stood on the greensward directly beneath Stella's bedroom window.
The morning was very still, and the Martins' house looked forbidding, with its silent, closed-up air.