steps were heard and Miss Thornton again entered the room.

"Did you sleep?"

Drusilla laughed.

"No, I didn't want to shut my eyes. I was afraid it might all go
away and I'd be again in the bare little rooms I've always lived in.
I don't think I'll ever sleep again--I might miss somethin'."

"Isn't that lovely! Why, you'll always have lovely things all your
life. And now I've told James that we're going to have dinner up
here. The dining-room looks too big for us two."

Miss Thornton busied herself around the room for a few moments; then
drew a chair in front of the grate and sat down beside Drusilla while
the butler and a maid brought in a small table. Drusilla watched them
as they noiselessly arranged the china and the glass upon the
beautiful cloth, and when all was prepared the butler said in his
even, "servant" tones, "Dinner is served," and went behind the chair
reserved for the mistress of the house. Drusilla hesitated a moment,
in evident awe of the butler, who stood so erect and stiff in his
evening clothes, but here again kindly Daphne Thornton came to her
aid.

"Now, you sit here, Miss Doane," and she took her to the chair which
the butler deftly slid into place. "I will be just opposite you.
Isn't this nicer than sitting at that great big table downstairs
where we would need a telephone to talk to each other?"