"I think so, Katie," said her mistress, sipping her aromatic "oolong."
"I like Scraggy better nor I thought I would."
"You like what?"
"This big jail of a house—Scraggy something or other they call it."
"Castle Cragg."
"Yes, that's it; plague take the outlandish names, I say!"
"Now, Katie, unpack my maize-colored moire antique. I must dress for dinner."
Of course Claudia expected to meet no one at dinner except the disagreeable companion of her journey; but Claudia would have made an elaborate evening toilet had there been no one but herself to admire it.
So she arrayed herself with very great splendor and went downstairs.
In the lower hall she found the porter and several footmen.