“Of course it doesn’t!” declared Midget; “Uncle Steve wouldn’t build me a house with a leaky roof.  Did you ever see such cunning window curtains!  Of course we don’t need blinds, for the tree keeps the sun out.  It does seem so queer to look out of the window and see only a tree.”

“Look out of the front door,” said Molly, “and you won’t see a tree then.  You’ll just see grass and sky and cows.  But what’s this thing at the back, Mopsy?  It looks like a pair of well-buckets.”

“I don’t know.  What can it be?” said Mopsy, running to look.

There was a queer contraption that seemed to be something like a windlass and something like a dumbwaiter.  It was at the very end of the veranda around the corner of the house.

“I know,” said Stella quietly; “it’s a kind of an elevator thing to pull up things when you want to.”

“Why, so it is!” cried Marjorie.  “This is the way it works.”  And releasing a big wooden button, she let the whole affair slide to the ground, and, then, grasping the handle of a crank, she began to draw it up again.

“Well, if that isn’t great!” cried Molly.  “We can boost up all sorts of things!”

“Here’s something to boost up now,” said Marjorie, who had spied Jane coming across the fields, with what was undoubtedly a tray of refreshment.

And sure enough, Grandma had sent some ginger-snaps and lemonade to furnish the first feast at “Breezy Inn.”

“Your grandma wouldn’t send much,” explained Jane, “for she says you must all come back to the house at one o’clock for the birthday dinner, and it’s well after eleven now.  She sent your clock, Miss Midget, so you’ll know when to come.”

Apparently Jane knew more about the ways and means of “Breezy Inn” than the children did; for she directed them explicitly how to let down the dumbwaiter, and, then, after having carefully placed on it the tray of good things and the clock, she advised them about drawing it up.  It worked almost like a well-bucket and was quite easy to manage.  The tray reached the top in safety, and, in great glee, the girls arranged the little feast on the table in the living-room, and sat down to play tea-party.

“Isn’t this lovely!” exclaimed Molly, as she took her seventh ginger-snap from the plate.  “I don’t see how your grandma knew that we were beginning to get hungry.”

“Grandma always seems to know everything that’s nice,” said Marjorie.  “Some day, girls, let’s come out here and spend the whole day.  We’ll bring a lot of lunch, you know, and it will be just as if we lived here.”

“Goody!” said Molly.  “That will be heaps of fun.  We’ll all bring things; I know Mother will give me a pie.”

“I’ll like it,” said Stella, with an expression of great satisfaction; “because up here you girls can’t romp around so and run as you do down on the ground.  When we come for a whole day let’s bring a book of fairy stories and take turns reading aloud.”