“Yes, sir; we can wait till to-morrow for our talk,” Lulu replied, looking smilingly up into his face; “and I’ll come directly to you so that you will know I have obeyed the order.”
“That is right; you will find me here,” he returned.
“Oh, what a lovely home you have, Lulu!” exclaimed Marian, glancing about her as they went up the stairway.
“Yes, indeed, I think we have; and I love it dearly; but not a thousandth part as much as I do the dear father who made it for us and makes us so happy in it. This is the room he bade me bring you to, Marian,” opening a door and leading the way into a large, airy, and beautifully furnished bedroom.
“Oh, how lovely, how lovely!” exclaimed Marian. “Ah, it is much too grand for me—a poor girl who has not a dollar in the world.”
“Not a bit,” said Lulu in reply; “those who have nothing need help all the more; besides, papa does not value people for their wealth and has never taught his children to. Ah, there is your trunk! I see the men have unstrapped it. Now if you are too tired to get out the things you want for to-night, and will give me the key, I will do so for you while you sit here in this easy-chair and direct me.”
“Oh, thank you! but I feel able to wait on myself.”
“Well, you shall do exactly as you please,” returned Lulu with a smile. “I see the servants have filled your pitchers, and if you should want anything that is not here, you have only to touch this knob which rings an electric bell in the kitchen—giving it one push for cold, or two for hot water, or three for the chambermaid to come to you.”
“How very nice and convenient!” exclaimed Marian.