They went all over it, and had the joy of settling the different rooms that would be arranged for them. Granny was to have one of the big sunny rooms looking over the green lawns and cedar trees, the little girls were to have a big room next to her for their schoolroom, and then three small bedrooms which led into each other at the end of the passage, were for them to sleep in.
It was bliss to think that they would each have a bedroom of their own.
Aunt Alice was talking to the old housekeeper about some of the downstairs rooms, when Faith stole softly along to the one in which she had first seen old Mr. Cardwell.
The Pirate found her standing by the couch with tears in her eyes.
Turning to him she said:
"Oh, I do wish he was here to see us all. I do miss him so much."
"Why were you so fond of him, I wonder," said the young man, looking at her with tender eyes.
"Oh, he was so unhappy," said Faith, "and then, you know, he got happy, and I liked him better than ever. And he was so kind to me. And he called me 'little Miss Moth.' I shall never, never hear that name again! I did love it so."
"Did you?" said the Pirate, sitting down on a chair and taking her up on his lap. "But you shall hear that name again, for I mean to call you by it."
"Will you, really? Oh, it will be lovely if you do?"