But the fire was drawing clouds of steam from the child's wet clothes, and as Adrienne looked towards her she perceived it.
"Do you know," she exclaimed in dismay, "your dress must be quite wet through? Please do not mind about my room, but go and change it quickly."
"Oh, it doesn't hurt me being wet," laughed Winnie.
"Besides," said Murtagh, "she hasn't got anything to change into. Didn't you hear Donnie say all her clothes were in the wash-tub?"
"Haven't you a dressing-gown?" she asked at length. "I think it must be very bad to stay so wet as that."
"Oh, yes!" said Winnie, "I'll go and undress and put on my dressing-gown, then I'll be ready to jump into bed; that'll be rather fun. Do you know where my dressing-gown is, Murtagh?" she added, as she danced off towards the door. "You had it last, the day we were dressing up."
"I'm sure I don't know where we left it," replied Murtagh.
"Oh, well, never mind. I'll get Rosie's. Don't finish settling those apples till I come down."
Murtagh dropped the apples which he held, and jumped up.
"Shall I show you your room?" he asked, taking a candle from the chimney-piece and turning to Adrienne. "You really must want to get your things off. Let me carry your umbrella. And you would like to have your bag. We left it in the hall, I think."