Finally she was taken upstairs again and shown the guest rooms, each
with its dressing-room and bath, and then opposite to her own suite
of rooms she was taken into a small library paneled in soft toned
woods. Daphne pulled out a leather chair for Drusilla.

"Now sit in that and tell me what you think of it all. Isn't this a
pretty room? I like it best of all except your sitting-room, and
isn't that a wonderful fireplace? It was brought from somewhere
abroad. It is cozy here at night when the curtains are drawn. I think
this room looks human; those big rooms downstairs don't. I could
never curl up in a chair and read in that great library downstairs,
but here you can really find a novel and read in comfort. I know
you'll spend lots of time in this room."

Drusilla was quiet, sitting with folded hands. Then, after a few
moments, she said:

"I was just a-thinkin' that all this great house can't be for just
one old woman. And all them dishes and the kitchen with them pots and
pans and the cook can't be there just to cook for me alone?"

"Oh, but he is, and he's a wonderful cook. Mr. Doane has had him for
years and years. And James, the butler, came with him from England.
He was in the house of a duke over there, and I assure you, Miss
Doane, he doesn't forget it."

"Is that the man who stands around as if he was afraid he'd hurt
something if he teched it? I ain't seen him do much; another man gave
me my breakfast."