"Oh, entirely so, and I feel so grateful, and so fortunate. I am sorry indeed to be wearing borrowed clothing. The dress I wore this morning was perfectly new—the first time I had worn it. We were going to the big city and I was so happy. I have never visited New York, but I'm satisfied with this dreamland—only it will be hard to come back to earth, all in one short day."
Drury Villard smiled at the thought, and releasing her hand he drew up a great lounging settee which afforded him a seat beside her.
"Perhaps I should tell you something about the accident," said he, looking into her eyes for consent.
"Oh, do—please! I've been wondering—I seem to be in another world," said she, dreamily.
"To begin with, you have been here several days, much to our delight," he replied, watching the effect of his words.
"Indeed!" she exclaimed, blushing with embarrassment; "think of all the trouble I've caused!"
"But we haven't been troubled in the least, and we have grown to think of you as our own," said Villard. "I have asked your father to live with us—we are so lonesome in this big house. I love the place, but at times it is so dreary that I lose myself in grief."
The eyes of the new Winifred opened wide in sympathy.
"You must have had a deep sorrow," said she, in a low voice.