And now that the news of her journey, and its reason, had flamed through the village with all the wonder of a torchlight procession, it was only what Miss Esperance herself would have described as "fitting" that the chief lady in it should be first in the field to offer her services. Very managing was Lady Alicia, strong, kind-hearted, dictatorial; mother of many children and inclined to regard all the rest of the world as being equally in need of supervision. "What on earth will she do with two wee things like that?" she cried to Elsa, as that worthy met her in the passage. "One’s but a baby, isn’t he?" "Two years and one month," answered Elsa cheerfully; "he’ll be walkin’ onnyway." "You know the little room leading from Miss Esperance’s into the passage, you must put them both there," said Lady Alicia decidedly. "Have you got any beds? But of course you haven’t. I’ll send a bed for the older boy and a crib for the baby, and bedding, and sheets, and I’ve found the very girl to look after them—Robina Tod, a good douce lassie—you’ll remember her mother, Elsa?" "I ken her fine," said Elsa slowly. "But yer Leddyship, d’ye think Miss Esperance will consent? And where would the lassie sleep?" "Miss Esperance just must consent. Robina will be thankful to come to get trained and for her food, and she must come at six in the morning, and go home at night to sleep, after they are bedded. You must manage Miss Esperance in this, Elsa—she will be so bewildered at having children here at all at first, that you’ll find it easier than you expect. What does she know of the wants of little children? Just you tell her that you made arrangements because she hadn’t time." Elsa stood fingering her apron, and made no answer, nor did she look at Lady Alicia, who was looking hard at her. "Come, now, Elsa, you know there’s nothing for it but to give in gracefully. They must sleep somewhere, poor lambs, and you can’t put an infant in a four-post bed." "I’m thinkin’," said Elsa slowly, "that Master Montagu will have to sleep in the big bed, for yon room will never hold three beds, and Miss Esperance would never part wi’ yon that’s in there." "Very well, then, I will only send the crib, and a bath, and Robina, and—anything else that comes into my head. You understand, Elsa?" "I’ll no promise Miss Esperance’ll keep onny o’ it, but you’ll jest see. If it pleases ye to send the bits o’ things, it’s no for me to say ye nay." Here Elsa raised her head and looked straight at Lady Alicia, and they understood one another perfectly. When, later in the afternoon, Robina, a rosy-cheeked lass of sixteen, appeared in a spring cart along with the crib and a variety of other useful things, Elsa received her with but grudging courtesy, and might have been heard to mutter as she went about the house, "There’s some folk that simply canna keep their fingers out o’ other folk’s business, and the worst o’t is, that one must just thole’t."