"Shall I send the driver away?" asked Mr. Darol of Florence.
"Yes: I can't leave them to-night. You will not mind?"—
She glanced around as she uttered this, as if apologizing for the poor accommodations.
"No, I shall not mind," in a grave tone.
Granny was carried to bed again. Hal shook up the pillow, and straightened the spreads. Joe laid her in tenderly, saying, as he kissed her,—
"You have us all home again in the old shoe!"
The room was neat and orderly; poor, to be sure, but with a cheerful air. Hal brought in the flowers, and Kit some chairs, and they made quite a party.
"But think of the dishes!" whispered housewifely Dot. "And not a clean one for morning, we've used so many. But, oh! wasn't it elegant? And Florence is a real lady!"
"We had better slip out, and look after our household gods," Hal murmured in return.