“I should like to,” replied Lady Helen; “I have a natural aptitude for dressing dolls.”
“The big doll with the wings is in that box over there. Take it out and sit down by the sofa so that I can see you, and put the wings on properly. There’s plenty of white gauze and wire. I want you to make the doll as like an angel as you can.”
Lady Helen commenced her pretty work. Sibyl watched her, not caring to talk much now, for Lady Helen seemed too busy to answer.
“It rests me to have you in the room,” said the child, “you are like this room. Do you know Miss Winstead has given it such a funny name.”
“What is that, Sibyl?”
“She calls it the Chamber of Peace—isn’t it sweet of her?”
“The name is a beautiful one, and so is the room,” answered Lady Helen.
“I do wish Mr. Rochester was here,” was Sibyl’s next remark.
“He will come to the bazaar, dear.”