As for Molly, she spent her first hour in the house promenading from room to room, such a luxurious idea of freedom and space did that small house give her.
“Think, Harry! We can actually change rooms when we like.”
“Poor little Molly, I did not know that you had hated boarding so, or I should not have refused to try this experiment long ago. I did it for your sake.”
“Never mind, we’ll have such a good time now, that we won’t think of anything else.”
“What time is your Gretchen to arrive?”
“Not Gretchen, but Marta. She came an hour ago, while you were seeing to the baggage, and is busy down stairs, where I must go to her if we are to have any lunch, while you put your books in order.”
“Oh, lunch! Never mind lunch to-day, bread and cheese will do”—
“Oh, no!” said Molly, shaking her head and laughing, “I’ve brought you from the land of abundance; I must take care that you are not made to suffer the first day.”
Marta, Molly’s servant, was a newly arrived German girl whom she had had the courage to take from Castle Garden.
“She will be as green as grass, Molly,” Harry had said.