They had reached the top story of the house by this time, after climbing a long flight of stairs. Here there were a greater number of rooms, and indeed furnished as bedrooms; but they were low, and immediately under the roof. The air was less dank than in the first story, but excessively close.
"Is this all the choice I have?" Rotha asked.
"Unless us was to give you our room."
"But nobody else sleeps in all this part of the house!"
"No," said Mrs. Purcell, with an action that answered to a Frenchman's shrug of the shoulders; "you can have 'em all, and sleep in 'em all, one after the other, if you like. There's nobody to object."
"But suppose I wanted something in the night?" said Rotha, who did not in the least relish this liberty.
"You'd have to holler pretty loud, if you wanted I to do anything for you. I guess you'll have to learn to wait on yourself."
"O it isn't that," said Rotha; "I can wait on myself; but if I wanted— something I couldn't do for myself—if I was frightened—"
"What's to frighten you?"
"I do not know—"