He goes up-stairs with her, and she takes him into her bedroom. Everything in it is clean and fresh; there are flowers on the table, and, the window being open, a grateful perfume steals in from the garden.
"Now, look here," she says, and she opens the door of a room which leads into hers. But that is smaller, it is the very counterpart of hers.
"Now, you see what I have been so busy about, daddy. I shall call this Lily's room; although, when she comes to stop with us for a few days now and then, I shall give her my room, because it is larger."
"Is she coming to stop with us, Lizzie?"
"I hope so; some time or other. Mr. Sheldrake said what a pleasant thing it would be for me, and Alfred said so too. You don't mind, daddy?"
"Anything pleases me that is for your pleasure and happiness, my dear."
"Mind!" she exclaims, kissing him, "you must like Lily very, very much; and you must like Alfred too."
"I will try to, my dear."
"She will be here in a couple of hours, and Alfred is coming in the afternoon."
"It is unfortunate that I am not able to stop at home to see her, Lizzie; but I will try to get back in time."