"Of course you will!" said Amabel cheerfully. "Why, what would be the use of traveling, if one never saw any thing but just what one was used to? Come, brush our gowns, and find some fresh kerchiefs, and when we are ready, we will look at your room."
Our mails had not yet come, but we made our traveling dresses look as smart as we could, by the help of clean kerchiefs and fresh lawn aprons, and then as Jenny did not come to call us, we mounted the winding-stair to inspect Mary's room. It corresponded in size with the one below, and had besides two windows rather high in the wall, a sashed door which seemed to open to the leads on the top of the house. It was all comfortable enough, and might be even cheerful and pretty in the day-time, but it did look rather gloomy by the light of our one candle.
"Why, this is a nice room, Mary!" said Amabel.
"No doubt it is, mistress, and better than I deserve," answered Mary, dissolving into tears. "But it does seem dreadful lonesome to sleep here alone, away from every body."
"Now Mary, I shall be sorry we brought you, if you are going to be a cry-baby," said Amabel decidedly. "Nay, I am not sure but I shall ask Mrs. Deborah to send you straight home again. And how can you say you are away from everybody, when here are Miss Corbet and myself close by you. What do think will happen to you?"
Mary did not know, only—
"Come, come, this will not do at all," said Amabel. "Mary, you profess to be a Christian girl. Don't you think the Lord can take just as good care of you here as if you were in Mrs. Thorpe's back attic? You must have more faith, child."
Mary wiped her eyes and said she would try. At that moment, we heard my Aunt Deborah calling us from the room below, and we hastened down the winding-stair to find her standing in our room.
"I could not guess what had become of you," said she.
Amabel explained that we had been looking at Mary Lee's room, and trying to reconcile her to her new quarters. It was rather an unlucky speech.