"If I were you, Brenda, I'd take Julia to her room now," said Mrs. Barlow.
"How lovely!" exclaimed Julia, as they entered the pretty bedroom near the studio. "Am I to have this all to myself?"
"Yes," replied Brenda.
"I never saw so pretty a room! How I shall enjoy it! Whose used it to be?"
"Oh, it was Agnes's room. She had it decorated to suit her ideas. You know she's an artist."
"Oh, yes. How delightful to be an artist. I wish that I had some special talent."
"I thought you had. Some one, mamma I think, said that you were musical."
"So I am in a way. I've given more time to music than to anything else. But that was chiefly to please papa."
Here Julia sighed, while Brenda hardly knew what to say.
"You must miss him very much," she ventured.