Concerning Thyrza's sister Mrs. Emerson had much curiosity, but she was not ill-bred. She made no attempt to get a glimpse of Lydia as the latter went upstairs to Thyrza's room. Thyrza stood just within her open door. She had put a flower in her hair for the welcoming.
'So this is where you have lived all this time,' Lydia said, looking about the room. 'How pretty it is, Thyrza! But of course it's a lady's room.'
The other stood with her hands together before her, and, a little timidly, said:
'Do I look like a lady? Suppose you didn't know me, Lyddy, should you think I was a lady?'
'Of course I should,' her sister answered, though in a way which showed that she did not care to dwell on the subject.
Still, Thyrza laughed with pleasure.
'And do you think I love my sister a bit the less?'
'Of course I don't.'
Lydia was not quite at her ease.
'I'm not at all sure of that. Take your things off and sit down in that chair, and talk to me as if we were in the old room at home. I must see our room again, Lyddy. I must see it before long.'