"Oh, but it is. And isn't it beautiful! I always loved the place.
Did you sleep well? Were you tired out? Are you rested?"

"I didn't sleep at first--I couldn't. But I'm not tired; I'm just
sort of excited--and--and--oh, I don't know what to say about it all."

"Well, if you are not tired, would you like to go over the house?
It's a lovely house. I know Mrs. Perrine wants to show it to you and
let you see what a wonderful housekeeper she is."

"Yes; she asked me to go with her, but I wanted to wait until you
come--as--as I might not know what to say."

"Well, we'll go together; and don't you worry about saying anything
if you don't want to. I talk enough for both of us. That's my
trouble, Father says--I talk too much. Come--Mrs. Perrine is
downstairs."

They went from room to room, from drawingroom to library, to the
picture gallery in which, had Drusilla known it, were some of the
famous pictures of the world, and on to the great armor room, in
which the former master of the house had searched the countries of
the old world for the armor and accouterments of chivalry which were
arranged around the walls. Then she was shown that which interested
her more than the pictures or the armor--the pantries and the room in
which were kept the china and silver in daily use; and the kitchen,
with its array of cooking utensils, brought a look of delight into
her old eyes, because these she could understand.