I am your spoiled daughter, Daphne


There was a knock at the door.

"Avanti," called the girl.

Assunta entered, with a saffron-colored night-cap on. In her
hand she held Giacomo's great brass watch, and she pointed in
silence to the face, which said twelve o'clock. She put watch
and candle on the table, marched to the windows, and closed and
bolted them all.

"The candles are lighted in the Signorina's bedroom," she
remarked.

"Thank you," said Daphne, who did not understand a word.

"The bed is prepared, and the night things are put out."

"Yes?" answered Daphne, smiling.

"The hot water will be at the door at eight in the morning."

"So many thanks!" murmured Daphne, not knowing what favor was
bestowed, but knowing that if it came from Assunta it was good.

"Good-night, Signorina."