"We are so fond of it already!" said Diana. "Come and get warm." She settled her guest in a chair by the fire, and took a stool beside her. "Did you like Devonshire?"
The girl made a little face.
"It was awfully quiet. Oh, my friends, of course, made a lot of fuss over me--and that kind of thing. But I wouldn't live there, not if you paid me."
"We're very quiet here," said Diana, timidly. She was examining the face beside her, with its bright crude color, its bold eyes, and sulky mouth, slightly underhung.
"Oh, well, you've got some good families about, I guess. I saw one or two awfully smart carriages waiting at the station."
"There are a good many nice people," murmured Diana. "But there is not much going on."
"I expect you could invite a good many here if you wanted," said the girl, once more looking round her. "Whatever made you take this place?"
"I like old things so much," laughed Diana. "Don't you?"
"Well, I don't know. I think there's more style about a new house. You can have electric light and all that sort of thing."
Diana admitted it, and changed the subject. "Had the journey been cold?"