"You won't think I'm a vain old woman if I tell you?"
"Why, certainly not. Tell me."
"Well—well—I was thinkin' this mornin' when I dressed that I didn't seem to fit in with the house. When I saw my pretty gray room, all so light and—and—beautiful—and when I saw myself in the lookin'-glass with my old black dress, I thought—I wished—"
"Yes, Miss Doane; what did you wish?"
Drusilla flushed as if ashamed of her wishes that seemed to her scarcely befitting a woman of her age.
"I just wished I had pretty clothes to go with the room."
Daphne clapped her hands.
"Now, isn't that lovely! Of course you should have pretty clothes, and you shall! We will go shopping! Father said to do anything you wanted to do. Now, what would you like?"
"I don't know, but I'd—I'd just like pretty clothes."
Daphne jumped up and danced around the room.