"Oh, it would be lovely!" Charity said. "Aunt Alice is always telling us to 'hush,' and we have to creep about all day on tiptoe. We don't want to hurt poor Faith, but it is so difficult to remember all day long!"
Lady Melville went straight back to the Cottage with them, and had a long talk with Granny and Aunt Alice.
An hour later Granny was driving the little girls with their small luggage up to the Hall.
Charity stroked Topsy's nose when they got out of the carriage.
"Do you think he knows Faith is ill, Granny? He seems rather melancholy to-day."
"I expect he misses your games with him in the orchard," said Granny.
"We don't like the orchard now," said Hope; "and I've quite made up my mind that I'll never climb again. Oh, Granny, is Faith going to get better?"
"If Faith gets through this week, Dr. Evans says she will recover," Granny said gravely.
She said good-bye to her little grand-daughters and drove away. They went into the house with sober faces.
But soon the novelty of their surroundings cheered them up. They had a large, cheerful bedroom with a soft, thick carpet and a cushioned couch and round table. Hope said it looked more like a sitting-room than a bedroom, and accustomed to the very plainest and barest of bedroom furniture, the little girls felt that they were in the lap of luxury.