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.

Margaret's tasks were very light that night; her little mistress did not
detain her ten minutes. When she had gone, and she was fairly alone,
Mollie sprung up and went whirling round the room in a dance of delight.

"To think of it!" she cried--"to think all my wildest dreams should
come true like this, and my life go on like a fairy tale! There is
Mr. Walraven, the good genii of the story; Mrs. Walraven, the old but