Never had they tasted such butter, such bread, such grilled chicken, and fried potatoes! And to complete Molly's satisfaction the beds proved to have no tops to them at all.
"I told you so," said Ralph majestically, when they had made the tour of the various rooms and settled who was to have which, and though neither Sylvia nor Molly had the slightest recollection of his "telling you so," they were wise enough to say nothing.
"But the little doors in the walls are quite as bad, or worse," Ralph continued mischievously.

"There's one at the head of your bed, Molly,"-- Molly and Sylvia were to have two little beds in the same room, standing in a sort of alcove--"which I am almost sure opens on to a secret staircase." Molly gave a little shiver, and looked up appealingly.
"Ralph, you are not to tease her," said aunty.

"Remember all your promises to your father." Ralph looked rather snubbed.
"Let us talk of something pleasant," continued aunty, anxious to change the subject.

"What shall we do to-morrow?
What shall we go to see first ?" "Yes," said grandmother.

"What are your pet wishes, children ?" "Notre Dame," cried Molly.
"The Louvre," said Sylvia.
"Anything you like.