into the room.

"Good morning, Miss Doane," she said pleasantly. "I hope you slept
well."

"Yes; thank you," replied Drusilla.

"Would you like to go over the house this morning?"

Again Drusilla was embarrassed, as she did not know what would be
expected of her if she went over the house. "Why--why--" she said, "I
think, if you don't mind, I will wait until Miss Thornton comes."

"Very well. I will be ready at any time."

When the housekeeper left the room, Drusilla sat quietly in her
place by the sunny window until at last she saw a motor turn into the
grounds, and soon Daphne appeared. Drusilla's face lighted up when
she saw the pretty girl standing before her. She seemed a part of the
morning itself, with her sparkling eyes, her dainty coloring
accentuated by her pretty suit of blue and her jaunty hat.

"Oh, you look like one of the flowers!" Drusilla exclaimed, reaching
out her hands to her.

"How nice of you to say that! I've come early; did you wait long for
me?"

"Yes; I have been settin' here just seeing the beauty of it all. I
can't believe it's real."