You are tired, of course? Here, Margaret, show
Miss Dane to her room."
A spruce waiting-maid appeared at the old lady's summons, and led
Miss Dane, through carpeted corridors, into the daintiest of dainty
bed-chambers, all blue silk and white lace drapery, and rich furniture,
and exquisite pictures.
In all her life long, Mollie had never beheld anything half so
beautiful, and she caught her breath with one little cry of delight.
"Shall I help you, miss?" very respectfully asked the girl. "I'm to be
your maid, please, and luncheon will be ready by the time you are
dressed."
Miss Dane permitted her to remove her traveling-dress in ecstatic
silence, and robe her in azure silk, just a shade less blue than her
eyes.
Very, very pretty she looked, with all her loose golden ringlets, and
that brilliant flush on either cheek; and so Mrs. Walraven and her son
thought when she appeared, like a radiant vision, in the dining-room.
The afternoon and evening went like a swift dream of delight in viewing
the house and its splendors. She retired early, with a kiss from
guardian and grandmamma, her head in a whirl with the events of the day.
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