“Good-by,” called Uncle Steve, “the presentation is over and ‘Breezy Inn’ is yours.  I’ve fastened the ladder firmly, so you can go up and down as you choose.  The furnishings are your birthday present from Grandma, but we’re going back now to a house that we can get into; and you children had better show up there about dinner-time.  Meanwhile, have all the fun you can.”

Grandma and Uncle Steve went away, leaving the children to explore and make acquaintance of “Breezy Inn.”

It was a fairy house, indeed; and yet, though tiny, everything seemed to be just large enough.

The interior of the house was one large room; and a smaller room, like an ell, at the back.  The large room contained the front door and two front windows, also a window at each end.  The smaller room had no outer exit, but three windows gave ample light and air.

The front room, or living-room, as Marjorie termed it, was pleasantly furnished.  On the floor was a rug of grass-matting and the furniture was of light wicker.  The sofa, chairs, and tables were not of a size for grown people, but were just right for twelve-year-old little girls.  At one end were a few built-in bookshelves; at the other a wardrobe or cupboard, most convenient to keep things in.

Grandma’s handiwork was shown in some dear little sofa-pillows and chair-cushions, in dainty, draped curtains and table covers.

The room at the back, Marjorie declared was a workroom.  In the middle was a large table, just splendid to work at when making paper-dolls’ houses or anything like that; and round the room were shelves and cupboards to hold materials.

“It just takes my breath away!” said Marjorie, as she sank down on the settee in the living-room; “I never saw anything like it!  Can’t we have just the best fun here all summer!”

“I should say we could!” declared Molly.  “It seems almost as if it must be our birthdays too.  We’ll have just as much fun here as you will, Midge.”

“Why, I couldn’t have any fun at all without you two; at least, it would be very lonesome fun.”

“I don’t see how they ever built it,” said Molly, who, by way of finding out, was hanging out of a window as far as she could and investigating the building.

“I know,” said the wise Stella; “I read about one once; they nail the beams and things to the trunks of the trees and then they nail boards across, and then they build the house.  But the one I read about wasn’t as nice as this.”

“I don’t think there could be one as nice as this,” declared Marjorie; “and we can fix it up a lot yet, you know.  I shall bring some things down from my room, some of my favorite books for the book-shelves, and things like that.”

“Do you suppose it will rain in, ever?” asked the practical Stella.

“No, of course not,” said Molly, who was still examining the carpenter work.  “See, these windows slide shut sideways, and then if you shut the door tight the rain couldn’t get in, unless the roof leaks.”