“Sssorry,” I stammered. It didn’t help. “Laura,” Beccy said sternly, “What did I tell you about how to dress?” I flinched. “Sorry Becc..., I’ll get changed, I’ll go now.” I turned only to hear Beccy shout firmly, “Do not leave the room until I tell you to young lady.” I stopped short, licked my lips as I turned to face Beccy, looking steadfastly at her. However she spoke to the woman next to her and I started to look at the others and could not help but see the fixed glares from so many of the. Just then they heard bells ringing outside. Dylan pulled up his pajamas and Tiffany got dressed again. They went over to the window and saw lights and something moving. It was hard to tell what was going on. Just then, they heard Bobby's door open. He rushed out excitedly. "It's Santa Claus! It's Santa!" He said loudly.Tiffany and Dylan looked confused. "What? How do you know its Santa?" Tiffany asked.Bobby pointed up and they saw Santa and his reindeers flying away. Tiffany and Dylan were in. I was tempted but didn't want to ruin my stay over pass and I was actually very tired and went right to sleep. That next morning I woke up and it took me a few minutes to figure out where I was. After the morning fog on my brain lifted I quickly remembered that I had stayed over at Rachel's and was on the couch in the living room. What had woken me was Joan in the kitchen making breakfast. I bet she was making her famous pancakes. Great. What I noticed next wasn't so great. I had taken my shirt. While Monte Cristo had begged the smelling-bottle of Madame de Villefort, he had noticed the approach of Villefort to Madame Danglars, and he soon guessed all that had passed between them, though the words had been uttered in so low a voice as hardly to be heard by Madame Danglars. Without opposing their arrangements, he allowed Morrel, Chateau-Renaud, and Debray to leave on horseback, and the ladies in M. de Villefort's carriage. Danglars, more and more delighted with Major Cavalcanti, had.