"I think you will, dear."
"But it'll all be so new and—and different from what I've been used to. Don't you see?"
"Of course, my dear; but that's the way we grow—by encountering things new and different, you see. But come, we've got lots of things new and different right here that we haven't even seen yet. I'm going hunting for a wardrobe," finished the mother lightly, springing to her feet and picking up her hat and coat.
It was a pretty little apartment of five rooms up one flight, convenient, and tastefully furnished.
"I don't think even Burke could find fault with this," thought Helen, a bit wistfully, as her eyes lingered on the soft colorings and harmonious blendings of rugs and hangings. Aloud she said:—
"Dear me! I feel just like a little girl with a new doll-house, don't you?"
"Yes; and when our trunks come, and we get our photographs and things out, it will be lovely, won't it?"
Helen, at one of the windows, gave a sudden exclamation.
"Why, Betty, from this window we can see—"
"See what?" cried Betty, hurrying to the window, as her mother's words came to an abrupt halt.