and that is Mary; and Jeanne is waiting for you upstairs. Come with
me."

Drusilla followed as well as she could the flying feet up the broad
stairs and was taken to a room that seemed to her a palace. It was
all in soft shades of gray with a touch of blue here and there, and
there were flowers everywhere. The chairs were upholstered in gray
and blue chintz, and at the windows hung gray silk curtains with just
a hint of the blue showing beneath them. Near the fireplace was a big
couch with a soft gray silk quilt spread upon it, and pillows that
invited one to rest. Drusilla stopped in delight.

"Oh--oh--what a pretty room! What a pretty room!"

Miss Thornton dimpled all over her pretty face.

"Do you like it? Oh, please say you like it! I arranged these rooms
myself. This was a bachelor house, and there wasn't a pretty room in
the place. I made Father let me fix them for you. You do like them,
don't you?"

"I never saw nothin' like it before in my life."

"You don't think it too gay, do you? Mother said I ought not have
the blue, that they should all be done in a dark color. But I said I
knew you would love pretty things, and you should have them. You
don't think it too gay. You like the blue, don't you?"

"I love it, I _love_ it! I never had nothin' gay colored in my life,
and I love it."