Rotha tasted.
"O mother!" she exclaimed in ecstasy,—"I should think these would make you well right off!"
Mr. Digby opened the Latin grammar. I think he wanted an excuse for veiling his eyes just then. And Rotha, mollified, when she had finished her grapes, submitted patiently to receive her first lesson and to be told what her teacher expected her to do before he came again.
"By the way," said he as he was about going,—"have you any more room than you need, Mrs. Carpenter?"
"Room? no. We have this floor—" said Mrs. Carpenter bewilderedly.
"You have not one room that you could let? I know a very respectable person, an elderly woman, who I think would be comfortable here, if you would allow her to come. She could pay well for the accommodation."
"What would be 'well'?" said Mrs. Carpenter, looking up.
"According to the arrangement, of course. For a room without a fire, she would pay four dollars a month; with fire, I should say, twelve."
"That would be a great help to me," said Mrs. Carpenter, considering.
"I know the person, I have known her a great while. I think I can promise that she would not in any way annoy you."