As soon as it was possible to do so, she made an excuse and left the room.
“Where is Dickon?” inquired Mr. Force.
“He’s round at the kennel with the dog. Joshua won’t make friends ’long o’ none of the grooms, nor likewise none o’ the doogs, so Dickon have to stay ’long o’ him to keep him quiet,” said Gipsy.
Mr. Force groaned.
“Now everything is going to be laid on that poor dog! Gipsy, I won’t give you my crimson silk dress when I have done with it, just for that. Papa, I can help you to dress just as well as Dickon can—and a great deal better, too. I can fix your shaving things and hair brushes, and lay out your clothes myself!” exclaimed Wynnette.
“My dear, I think you had better prepare for breakfast,” said her mother.
“Mother, we can’t do much preparing, as our trunks have not been brought up.”
“Take off your duster, my dear, and wash your face and hands, and brush your hair,” suggested Mrs. Force.
“I suppose these two rooms are yours and papa’s, but which are ours?”
Mrs. Force walked through the whole suit, and finally assigned a room next to her own to Wynnette and Odalite, and another to Elva and Rosemary.