"It does very well," said Dora; "but it is nothing like the room we had to ourselves at Wayland, which was twice as large."
"My governess's room," continued Miss Cunningham, "used to be my nursery; and then, when I grew too old for it, of course papa gave up another to me; in fact, I have two I may call my own now—a little room where I keep all my books, and a large one where I do my lessons."
"There was a whole set of rooms which was to have been ours," said Dora, "if we had remained at Wayland; and here, I suppose, something of the kind will be arranged for us soon, but everything is so unsettled yet that papa has not had time to think about it."
"My little room," observed Miss Cunningham, "looks out upon the finest view in the whole estate. I can see a distance of twenty miles from the window."
"The tower on Thorwood Hill was thirty miles off, I think. Margaret," said Dora, turning to her sister.
"Yes," she replied; "but then it could only be seen as a little speck on a clear day."
Miss Cunningham went to the window. "You have no view here," she said.
"No," answered Dora; "it is much pleasanter having it shut in in this way, because it makes it so private."
"But when a house stands high, it is very easy to be private, and yet to have beautiful views between the trees."
"I suppose," said Dora, "that when this house was built, several hundred years ago, people did not think so much about scenery, though, indeed, there is a very nice view from the front. I have heard papa say that it is only modern places which stand high. Rochford Park, I think, is about fifty years old."