"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." "Yes, I presume William, the second man, gave you your breakfast. James is too grand to serve breakfast." "Do I need so many men around?" "No, I really don't suppose you do, Miss Doane; but Mr. Doane kept a big household and he left in his will that the house should be kept up exactly the same as when he was here. But don't you worry about that. That is father's business. You don't have to bother a bit about it. All you have to do is to enjoy yourself. Now, what would you like to do? Is there anything you want?" Drusilla looked at her a moment and then said, half laughingly, half apologetically: "I'd like--I'd like--" She stopped, and Daphne came over to her. "What would you like, Miss Doane? I'm here to do anything you wish." "You won't think I'm a vain old woman if I tell you?" "Why, certainly not. Tell me." "Well--well--I was thinkin' this mornin' when I dressed that I didn't seem to fit in with the house. When I saw my pretty gray room, all so light and--and--beautiful--and when I saw myself in the lookin'-glass with my old black dress, I thought--I wished--" "Yes, Miss Doane; what did you wish?" Drusilla flushed as if ashamed of her wishes that seemed to her scarcely befitting a woman of her age. "I just wished I had pretty clothes to go with the room." Daphne clapped her hands. "Now, isn't that lovely! Of course you should have pretty clothes, and you shall! We will go shopping! Father said to do anything you wanted to do. Now, what would you like?" "I don't know, but I'd--I'd just like pretty clothes." Daphne jumped up and danced around the room.