"You have heard from Mr. Dinsmore?" remarked the lady inquiringly, addressing Mrs. Brown.
"Yes, ma'am. He writes that Mrs. Murray, the housekeeper at Viamede, has consented to take my place for the coming year."
"Yes; I'm afraid she won't suit me as well. It's a great pity you should have got such a notion in your head; I mean as to the necessity or desirability of going away. I don't think you'll find a healthier place anywhere else than Roselands."
"I've no fault to find with the place ma'am; but I need rest, the doctor says, from the care and—"
"Dr. Barton's full of notions!" interrupted Mrs. Dinsmore impatiently. "Well, you'll stay, I suppose, until this Mrs. Murray learns from you about the ways of the house?"
"Yes, ma'am; since you wish it."
Mrs. Dinsmore gave her orders for the day, as usual, then said, "There's another thing, Mrs. Brown. You have probably heard that Mr. Dinsmore is bringing a child with him?"
"Yes, ma'am; he mentioned it in his letter to me, saying that a room must be got ready for her and her nurse."
"That is what I was coming to."
Mrs. Dinsmore arose and opened a door leading into an adjoining apartment.