He took her safely across the slippery way, and showed her into a neat, well warmed and lighted parlor, where the table was cleanly set for tea.
The landlady, a cheerful, hospitable looking person, as a landlady should be, came to meet her.
“Would you like to go to a bedroom, ma’am?” inquired the smiling hostess, who was led into no mistake by the child face of her guest, because her quick and experienced eye had discovered the truth at a glance.
“Yes, please,” answered Drusilla.
And preceded by the landlady and followed by the nurse, she was taken up stairs to a large bed room, whose red carpet, white walls and draperies, and bright fire, gave it a very pleasant aspect.
Drusilla sauntered about, enjoying the privilege of locomotion.
“You’ll have tea, I suppose, ma’am?” inquired the hostess.
“Yes, please; and I will have it here,” answered Drusilla, as she took off her bonnet and laid it on the table.
The landlady left the room to issue orders.
While waiting for her tea, Drusilla washed her face and took down her hair and combed it out, and then did it up loosely in a net, so that she would be able to lie down and sleep with it so. Then she made the fastenings of her clothing easy.