"Oh! How delicious; they remind me of home."
"Did you live in the country?"
"Yes, all my life, till I was married, Miss Douglas. I'm afraid you won't find things very comfortable, but I can't help it."
"No, of course you can't," said Marjorie, kindly.
"Patty has got your room ready, haven't you, Patty?"
"Yes, as well as I could," said the girl; "I'm afraid it isn't very nice."
"Never mind," said Marjorie, "we'll soon get all straight. May I take my things off?"
Patty led the way to a small back bedroom, rather scantily furnished, but, unlike the one she had just left, it was tidy and fairly clean. She was surprised to see a little bunch of ivy lying on the dressing-table.
"Who put this here?" she asked.
"I did," said Patty. "It isn't black; I washed it at the tap. I thought as you came from the country you'd like to see something green."