"No. I was here part of the time, trying to write to granny, and--and then I went up to the attics. Faith, I do want to have that west attic for my very own. It would make a jolly bedroom. I am going to ask mother if I may. I should think she would let me when she knows how much I want it." "Do you?" Faith opened her tired eyes, and looked at her sister wistfully. "You don't care for being here with me?" Audrey looked somewhat embarrassed. "It--it isn't that--but I do want a room to myself, where--where the children won't be always bursting in and banging the place about. You see, I have been accustomed to having my own room, and my things about, all the time I was with granny. It--it seems senseless, too, doesn't it? for three of us to sleep in one room, and leave that one up there standing empty." "But Joan only sleeps here because mother mustn't be disturbed at night." "I know, but she makes three sleeping here. Do you think mother and father would mind my having the attic?" "Oh, no--not if you want it so much. It makes more work for the servant to have another room to clean, and one so high up too." "Oh, I will keep it clean, and--and all that sort of thing. I wonder when mother will be awake? I want to go and ask her." "I don't know. Not for a long while yet, I hope, for Dr. Gray gave her a sleeping draught. But you need not bother mother about it, ask father, it will be just the same. He is in his study." Audrey was on her feet in a moment. "Shall I? Do you think he will understand as well as mother would? You see, I really need a quiet place where I can work in peace. Do you think father would let me have the attic?" "Oh, yes, father will let you have it." Faith turned her head on her pillow with a weary sigh. "Audrey, will you draw down the blind? My head is simply splitting." "All right. I will go down to father this very minute, then I must see about getting it cleaned out, and--oh, I wonder if I could possibly get it ready to sleep there to-night!" "To-night!" In spite of her pain, Faith opened her eyes wide with surprise. "But there is no furniture there, no--no anything. What a hurry you are in, Audrey." She felt a little hurt, and the hurt sounded in her voice; but Audrey did not hear, she was already on her way to the study. Faith got off the bed, drew down the blind herself, then clambered on to her bed again; but there was no pleasure in the rest now. She was conscious all the time that she was crushing the pillows and the quilt and spoiling the look of everything. "I wish I had a rug and a cushion, that I could lie on the floor. It seems wrong to be lying here." However, as she was there, she thought she might as well stay, and presently she dozed, until Audrey's return woke her.