"Here we are!" cried Jerry.
"Oh, Jerry, it is adorable!"
"Wait till you get inside."
The door was opened by a middle-aged woman.
"This is Anna, who is to look after us, Jane."
"Good-afternoon, Anna. I am glad you're here."
"Yes'm. I'm here. Oh! ain't the baby sweet?"
A little, square hall welcomed them, with a reception-room at one side and white stairs leading up to the second floor. It was done in pale yellow and Chinese blue and led directly into the great studio room which was beyond. It was a noble room of great size and distinction, with one whole wall of glass, the opposite one containing a fireplace which held six-foot logs. It was decorated in shades of brown, with the most daring use of colour—orange, black, blue, and yellow. A balcony swung over half the room, with a magnificent Chinese coat hung over the rail.
"Jerry, it is perfect!" Jane exclaimed.
"Isn't it ripping? I wish we could buy it."