e's kind offer.
_Adelaide._ I fear no regret on that subject.
_Mrs. Mortlake._ Say no more, Adelaide. Wait till we see the event of
Rosalind's experiment.
_Rosalind._ I hope Josephine's afternoon nap will not be as long as
usual: I am so impatient to tell her. O, how we shall enjoy ourselves
together!
* * * * *
When Josephine awoke and heard of the new arrangement, she was as much
delighted as _she_ could be at any thing; and she begged that Rosalind
might be allowed to share her chamber during this happy week.
Monday morning came; and Rosalind (such is the power of habit) awoke, as
usual, with the dawn; but soon recollected that she was not to get up
till nine o'clock. She saw the light gleaming through the Venetian
shutters, and she heard the morning song of the scarlet oriole, whose
nest was in a locust tree close to the window; and the twittering of the
martins as they flew about their box, which was affixed to the wall just
below the roof of the house. She heard Adelaide, who was in the next
room, get up to dress herself, and exclaim as she threw open the
shutters, "O, what a beautiful sunrise!" Rosalind felt some desire to
enjoy the loveliness of the early morning; but determined to remain in
bed, and indulge herself with another nap. She turned and shook her
pillow, and tumbled about for a long time before she could get to sleep;
and at last she awoke again just as the clock was striking seven. She
had still two hours to remain in bed, and she found the time extremely
tedious. "Are you asleep, Josephine?" said she. "No," replied Josephine,
"I am never asleep after this hour."
_Rosalind._ Why, then, do you remain in bed?
_Josephine._ O, because I hate to get up.
_Rosalind._ Well then let us talk.
_Josephine._ O, no! I never talk in bed. For, even when I do not sleep,
I am not quite awake.
At length it was nine; and at the first stroke of the clock, Rosalind
started from her bed, and began to wash and dress herself. When the
girls went down stairs, they found the family breakfast had long been
over, and they had theirs on a little table in a corner of the room.
Rosalind thought her breakfast did not taste very well; probably,
because remaining so long in bed, had taken away her appetite.
After breakfast, they went out and walked a little while in the most
shady part of the garden. Then they sat down; first in the arbour of
honeysuckles, then on the green ban
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