Miss Larkin stared at her in amazement.
“Tea!” she said; “why, bless my soul, child, yes, of course, I should like tea; but I supposed I should order it myself. What do you know about tea, little one?”
It suddenly dawned on Marjorie that Miss Larkin looked upon them all as helpless infants, and had no realization that they were not all of Rosy Posy’s age. She suppressed a smile, and said:
“Why, Mother said you were to have it when you came; either down here, or in your room, as you wish.”
Still Miss Larkin seemed unable to take it in.
“Yes, dear,” she said, “I’ll have it upstairs, whilst I rest, and unpack some of my things. But I came here to be housekeeper for you, not to have you look after me.”
“All right, Miss Larkin,” said King, pleasantly. “You can housekeep all you like. Midget isn’t very good at it. Now, if you’re going to your room, we’ll all go, too, and see how you like it.”
“Ess, Miss Larky,” put in Rosy Posy. “Come on—see booful f’owers and pitty welcome flag.”
“What’s a welcome flag?” inquired Miss Larkin, but her question was not answered, as the children were already leading the way upstairs.
They were followed by two or three of the servants, who were carrying up the astonishing amount of luggage which the guest had brought. Marjorie thought they had never had a visitor with so many bags and boxes; but then their visitors didn’t often stay so long as six weeks.