Between the filmy white curtains at these windows she could see the rosy vestiges of the orchard bloom. The furniture of the room was apparently ivory, the bathroom silver and porcelain. Azure and white coloring were in all the decorations. The maid was unpacking her boxes. Geraldine was ashamed of her own mortification in allowing her to see the contents.
"I think I'd rather do that myself," she said hastily.
"Some ladies do," returned the girl.
"Especially," rejoined Geraldine, "when they are not used to being waited upon!"
She accompanied this with a look of such frank sweetness that she counted one more victim to her charms.
"She isn't one bit stuck-up," the maid reported downstairs, "and I never saw such hair and eyes in all my life."
"They've done for Mr. Ben all right," remarked the chauffeur. "I guess Madam thought it was about time to get acquainted."
When Geraldine came downstairs an hour later, she was arrayed in the cheap little green-and-white house dress which had been one of her purchases with Miss Upton, and was intended for summer use in the shop. As she wandered into the living-room, Mrs. Barry walking on the piazza perceived her through the long, open windows and came to join her.
"Did you find everything quite comfortable?" she asked solicitously.
"Perfectly," replied Geraldine. "It is quite wonderful after one has been leading a camping-out life."