A deft fingering of her dark hair and the addition of a rosy satin wrap transformed Ursula. She snuggled back among the pillows as Mary came in bearing a teapot, an egg-cup, a hot water-bottle and a shawl.
"There now," she said. "That's better, isn't it? Now put this shawl round your shoulders. It's cold this morning, isn't it?"
"Thanks awfully. No I don't want the shawl, thanks. I have my wrap. It was sweet of you to think of it, though."
"Would you care to come out a little later?"
"I'd love to. I'm longing to see this wonderful village of yours." She shivered a little.
"Are you cold? Do have the shawl."
"No, thanks, but perhaps if you don't mind shutting the door."
"Well, then, I'll come for the tray presently. Don't hurry down. Have you a book? I left a few on the table. Have you everything you want?"
"Yes, rather. Thanks awfully. And what about a bath? Do I just ring when I'm ready or what? I could go along myself of course, only I don't want to give any trouble. Perhaps Violet——"
"Violet's busy this morning. I'm sorry we haven't got a bathroom yet. I'll bring some cans up to your room."