"I'd be willin' to go to jail to pay fer feelin' like this. I always thought I'd have to wait till I got to Heaven before I'd git a chance to fly, but now they'll have to offer me something new." She said nothing more on the journey, but showed by the bright flush on her cheeks and the sparkle in her eyes that she was enjoying every moment of the ride. At last they turned, passed a pair of big gate-posts and up a graveled driveway, and the car stopped before a door. When a man came from the house and opened the door of the car, Drusilla came to herself with a start. "Are we there already? I was kind of hopin' it'd never stop." Mr. Thornton gravely helped Drusilla to the door. "Welcome to your home, Miss Doane," he said. "I think we will find my daughter inside." They entered a large hall and Drusilla stood hesitatingly, not knowing what to do. In a moment a voice was heard from above: "Is that you, Father?" and a laughing face peered over the railing, and was followed by a slim young figure that seemed to fly down the stairs. "Oh, you were such a _long_ time, Father. Welcome home, Miss Doane! we are _so_ glad to have you. We have all been waiting such a long time. Father is always so slow;" and she flew in her pretty, impulsive way to Drusilla and took both her hands. "I am so glad to have you come, Miss Doane." Drusilla looked at the pretty face before her that seemed to show such real welcome, and her eyes filled with tears. "I'm real glad to come, but--but--I guess I'm a little bit scared." "No, you aren't going to be frightened at all. You come right up with me and take off your hat in your room. Oh, here is Mrs. Perrine. She is your housekeeper, Miss Doane. And that is James, the butler; and that is Mary; and Jeanne is waiting for you upstairs. Come with me." Drusilla followed as well as she could the flying feet up the broad stairs and was taken to a room that seemed to her a palace. It was all in soft shades of gray with a touch of blue here and there, and there were flowers everywhere. The chairs were upholstered in gray and blue chintz, and at the windows hung gray silk curtains with just a hint of the blue showing beneath them. Near the fireplace was a big couch with a soft gray silk quilt spread upon it, and pillows that invited one to rest. Drusilla stopped in delight. "Oh--oh--what a pretty room! What a pretty room!" Miss Thornton dimpled all over her pretty face. "Do you like it? Oh, please say you like it! I arranged these rooms myself. This was a bachelor house, and there wasn't a pretty room in the place. I made Father let me fix them for you. You do like them, don't you?" "I never saw nothin' like it before in my life." "You don't think it too gay, do you? Mother said I ought not have the blue, that they should all be done in a dark color. But I said I knew you would love pretty things, and you should have them. You don't think it too gay. You like the blue, don't you?"