"That's no reason for not having a fire. I shall freeze. Let's have the servant up to light one."
"Oh, no. I'll light it; Mary's busy clearing the table. But I reckon as fäather wöan't be pleased."
"I'll make him pleased. You leave father to me for the future."
Caro fetched some wood and turf and laid the fire, to which Rose applied a match, feeling that by this she had done her share of the work. Then they began to unpack. There were two trunks full of clothes, and Rose complicated matters by refusing to take things out as they came but diving after various articles she particularly wanted.
"I want my blue negleegy—I must show you my blue negleegy," she panted, up to her elbows in underlinen.
"Oh, here it is! what do you think of it?"
"It's silk!" said Caro in a hoarse whisper.
"Of course it is—and the very best silk too. I'll put it on. Please undo my dress."
Caro helped her off with her wedding-dress, and after having recovered her breath, which she lost completely at the sight of the lace on her chemise, she helped her arrange the "negleegy," and watched her open-mouthed as she posed in it before the fragment of looking-glass.
"Isn't it chick?" said Rose, "I got it in Hastings—they say it is copied from a Paris model. Now let's go on with the unpacking."