“Why, you don’t like it, Miss Glo’!” exclaimed the girl in surprise and disappointment.
“Oh, yes, I do; but—it is not like home at all! Nothing is like home, and I feel as if I had come into a strange house, and should never reach home again!” sighed the homesick child, as she laid her hat on the pretty counterpane of white crochet over pink silk.
“And we took such pains to please you!” said the maid, sorrowfully.
“Poor Lamia! Well, I am pleased, only I would like to have seen my old room once more just as it was. Come now and help me to dress. My boxes have arrived, I suppose. They were sent by express to Leonardtown last week.”
“Oh, yes, Miss, soon as ebber de letter an’ de keys come by mail, us sent daddy wid de wagon to Lennuntowm to fetch de boxes home, which dey rove safe an’ soun’, an’ I unpacked dem an’ put all de fings ’way in de boorers an’ ward’obes.”
“That was right. Just give me the blue cashmere suit and the lace that is with it.”
The girl obeyed, and the young lady soon completed her toilet and went down stairs to join her aunt and uncle in the drawing-room.
Dinner was soon afterward served.
When that was over, the small party returned to the drawing-room, where Colonel de Crespigney wished to show his niece the new grand piano that he had selected for her. Here was also a music-stand supplied with the works of the great masters.
He opened the piano and led her to it.