"Drusilla has her crown on," she said. "You see, she's a queen now, and she's been answering some questions of mine."
The lady in the doorway looked at Suzanna meditatively. Then she spoke directly to Drusilla.
"May I come in, mother?" she asked. "You see I've brought Graham."
Drusilla began: "Court was in session. However, I shall be glad to have you remain." The boy, who had remained quiet, now spoke.
"Oh, bully, mother; grandmother's playing again. I want to stay."
But his mother put out a detaining hand as he attempted to enter the attic.
"No—we can't stay now—" She spoke directly again to Drusilla. "We'll come again—when you are more—yourself."
In a moment she was gone down the stairs, leaving after her a soft fragrance. The boy obediently followed her. In the hall below she encountered the maid. She whispered a few hurried words before taking her departure.
The maid went up immediately into the attic.
Drusilla was again talking eloquently while Suzanna and Maizie stood listening spellbound.