"I knew you would. Come into the bedroom. Isn't this gray furniture
dear? Don't those long mirrors look lovely with the gray wood? And
aren't the toilet things pretty? See the monogram--_D. D_. I thought
a lot about it, and aren't they pretty on that dull silver? Look at
this mirror--and isn't that the _cunningest_ pin-tray? And this is
for your hatpins; and look at this pin-cushion. I had the loveliest
time picking them out."

Drusilla looked at the pretty things in amazement rather mixed with
awe.

"Why, what'll I do with all them things?"

"Oh, you'll use them all. There isn't one too many, and perhaps I've
forgotten some things. If I have, we will go and pick them out
together. You will let me go with you, won't you, because I love to
shop. Oh, I forgot--here is your bathroom, and beyond that is your
maid's room. She is quite near, so if you feel ill in the night you
can call her. But let me take off your hat. Shall I ring for Jeanne?
No," as she saw the frightened look come into the eyes, "perhaps
you'd rather be with me just at first. How pretty your hair is, so
soft and fluffy. You must blue it, it is so white. I wish my hair
would fluff, but it won't curl except in wet weather. Now come into
the other room and sit down in that soft chair. Isn't that an easy
chair? I picked that out too. I chose everything in the room, and I'm
so proud of it. See, here is the footstool that goes with it, and you
sit by the big window here when you don't want to go downstairs, and
this little table will hold your books or your sewing."