All these, and many more questions puzzled Dorothy, and with the open book lying upon her lap, she looked off where the sunlight lay upon the grass.
She was still sitting thus when a merry voice aroused her, and she turned to see Nancy running toward her.
"Oh, Dorothy!" she cried. "You ought to have been up at the hotel just a few moments ago. A new guest came, and she was so cross, it must be that she didn't want to come. But if she truly didn't want to, then why did she?"
"Why, Nancy, who wouldn't think it fine to come up here to the mountains, and stay at the Cleverton?" said Dorothy in surprise.
"Well, you wouldn't have thought the old lady was glad to be there, if you'd seen her," said Nancy.
"Oh, was it an old lady that you were talking about?" Dorothy asked quickly.
"Yes, and you ought to have seen her eyes snap when she scolded her chauffeur. She told him she might have arrived an hour before just as well as not, and she kept right on scolding to herself, all the way up to the piazza, and, Dorothy, she looked so cross, I wouldn't wonder if she was scolding up in her room now!"
"She must be the same one that was here just a little while ago," Dorothy said, "and she asked me to tell her the nearest way to the Cleverton. When I told her, she made the man rush off over the road, and she was scolding him when they left here. Perhaps she was tired, and will feel pleasanter when she has rested."
"Perhaps," agreed Nancy, "but I know Aunt Charlotte and your mamma don't act that way when they are tired."
Dorothy could not dispute that, and soon the two little girls were enjoying the fairy book together.