"She is an original, but I'm hoping she may be a treasure. Don't laugh at her, Joyce; she takes life in real earnest. She has done me good already. I was feeling so miserable when she arrived."
"Poor old thing! You're worn out. Shut the front door, and come and sit down. We shall all feel better after a cup of tea. Do you hear the kitchen fire crackling? Doesn't that cheer you up?"
"We shall never get our furniture into the rooms," sighed Helen. "We ought to have sold more, and brought much less."
"I shan't speak to you till we've had tea!"
Joyce went off to the kitchen, singing; then a few minutes after came back to her sister.
"We haven't a drop of milk in the house. I've forgotten all about it."
"The farm is close; send Peggy."
"So I will."
Joyce ran upstairs. She found Peggy holding out one of her print dresses, and gazing at it with loving admiration.
"I'm just a-goin' to get into it, please 'm."