“Yes, Auntie.”
Holly smiled at her plate. Presently:
“When is this Mr. Winthrop coming?” she asked.
“He didn’t announce the exact date of arrival,” replied Miss India. “But probably within a day or two. I have ordered Phœbe to prepare the West Chamber for him. He will, of course, require a warm room and a good bed.”
“But, Auntie, the carpet is so awful in the West Room,” deplored Holly.
“That is his affair,” replied Aunt India, serenely, as she arose from the table. “It is his carpet.”
Holly looked surprised, then startled.
“Do you mean that everything here belongs to him?” she asked, incredulously. “The furniture and pictures and books and—and everything?”
“Waynewood was sold just as it stood at the time, my dear. Everything except what is our personal property belongs to Mr. Winthrop.”
“Then I shall hate him,” said Holly, with calm decision.