"It's always pleasantest at noon, for that's the only time that the sun reaches my window," the little hostess said, as she hurriedly drew a sewing table out from behind the small cot bed, unfolded it and placed the lunch thereon. Bobs' gaze wandered about the room, which was so small that its three pieces of furniture seemed to crowd it. In one corner was a bamboo bookcase which held the real treasure of Miss Wiggin. Row after row of books in uniform dark red binding. They were all there--Oliver Twist, David Copperfield, Old Curiosity Shop and the rest of them.