“So you are my new room-mate?” she said—“What’s your name?”
“Hester Thornton,” replied Hetty with dignity.
“Oh—I’m Susy Drummond—you may call me Susy if you like.”
Hester made no response to this gracious invitation.
Miss Drummond sat motionless, gazing down at her toes.
“Had not you better get dressed?” said Hester after a long pause, for she really feared the young lady would fall asleep where she was sitting.
Miss Drummond started.
“Dressed! So I will, dear creature. Have the sweet goodness to hand me my clothes.”
“Where are they?” asked Hester rather crossly, for she did not care to act as lady’s-maid.
“They are over there, on a chair, in that lovely heap with a shawl flung over them. There, toss them this way—I’ll get into them somehow.”