“Yes, miss, I s’pose it mus’ be somefin like dat—which de ole marster do call ebery room in de house after some furrin country as he had to sail to when he used to go down to de high seas in de big ships,” continued Liza, as they went on. They climbed two flights of stairs and reached the attic floor, which, like all the lower ones, had a broad hall running through it from front to back, with two large rooms on each side. “Are all these rooms named after foreign countries?” inquired Em., as she stood in the spacious hall, which was lighted by a large window at each end. “Yes, miss; and this here sow’wes’ one, which is to be yourn, is Cuba, ’cause it’s de warmest.” “And the one back of mine—the southeast room—what is that called?” “Oh! Loosy anny, ’cause it’s warm an’ damp. An’ de rooms on de norf side ob de hall is—well, less se—de sow-ees’ room is called Greenlan’, and de now’wes’ is ’Laska.” “I declare that is quite interesting, Liza. When we have time I will get you to tell me the names of all the rooms in the house, but now introduce me into Cuba and then please have my trunk sent up right away.” “Yes, miss, I will. Here is your room,” answered the little maid, opening the door of the southwest room. Em. entered it and made a little exclamation of surprise and pleasure. It was a very attractive bower, if it _was_ in the attic—a spacious chamber, with whitewashed walls, a sloping roof, a clean, bare floor, with rugs lying here and there; a broad fireplace, with a good fire of logs; four deep dormer windows, two looking to the west out upon the cedar-wooded ascent of the mountain, and two looking south, down the river, with a view of the opposite wooded, hilly shore, and a distant sight of the beautiful island. The old-fashioned four-post bedstead, the tall chest of drawers, the “press” and the three-cornered washstand, the tables and the chairs were all of maple. The window curtains and the chair-covers were of yellow, flowered calico. Altogether, the attic room had a spacious, cheerful, homely look that perfectly contented its new occupant. She took off her shawl, folded it and put it away in one of the press shelves and placed her bonnet beside it. And by the time Em. had bathed her face and hands and brushed her hair the colored girl reappeared, accompanied by a strong man bringing the trunk. Em. only detained Liza long enough to open her trunk and take from it a clean, white linen collar and pair of cuffs, which she added to her simple dress of brown merino. Then she followed the colored girl downstairs to a spacious, handsomely furnished chamber on the second floor, where she found Mrs. Bruce alone and busily engaged in cutting out work for her new seamstress. She spoke very kindly to Em., told her where she could sit down, and then she filled her hands with needlework and placed a pile on a standing workbasket at her side and said: