“Horses so white they dazzle the sun, and six of them,” said Brightcoat thoughtfully. “Do you think you’ll ever manage it?”
“I don’t know. But there’s no harm in trying.” And she laughed again, and was most becomingly dressed in no time.
Then together, the frog taking its accustomed place upon her shoulder, they descended the staircase.
In the hall Miss Crokerly and her brother stood talking, he in a thick overcoat ready for going out.
Rosalie approached and handed her letter to him, which he received kindly, though with some surprise.
“I found it in my bag,” said she, “and had no idea it was there. I think you are Sir John?”
“Yes.”
After he had read the letter enclosed, he handed it to his sister. She read it with evident interest, then returned it to him, and holding out her hand to the new-comer, said:
“We’re very pleased to receive you, Rosalie. And as long as you care to stay with us you will be welcome, apart from any considerations except those of friendship.”
“I’m afraid I’m too poor to accept your hospitality for a longer time than it takes me to find work.”