"Let me do that, mademoiselle."
The young man put the ladder in place and went up into the loft.
"Do you think it will hold all my furniture?" Elina called to him.
"Why, it's not so very small. But if you set up your bed, mademoiselle, there won't be room for your wardrobe and desk."
"In that case, we won't set it up; I don't care anything about it—it's my aunt's. I'd much rather sleep on the floor, and keep my father's and mother's furniture."
"But you won't be comfortable if you sleep on the floor."
"I shall be all right. I am not hard to suit, and I am perfectly content if my wardrobe and desk can be got in."
Paul did as she desired; he placed on the floor, in one corner of the loft, the two mattresses that were on her bed; then he went back and brought the walnut wardrobe and the little desk, and succeeded in finding room for them in the young girl's new apartment; she, meanwhile, remained at the foot of the ladder, clapping her hands and jumping for joy when she found that the loft would hold the two objects to which she was so much attached.
"They are all right," said Paul; "but, mademoiselle, there's no room for anything else, not even a chair."
"Oh! I don't care. I don't need any chair up there; I can sit on my bed. I must come up and see how you have arranged it."