"Don't you, Gertrude?
Of course the Baroness will think of me.

She will think of me from morning till night." "She will be very comfortable here," said Charlotte, with something of a housewife's pride.

"She can have the large northeast room.

And the French bedstead," Charlotte added, with a constant sense of the lady's foreignness.
"She will not like it," said Gertrude; "not even if you pin little tidies all over the chairs." "Why not, dear ?" asked Charlotte, perceiving a touch of irony here, but not resenting it.
Gertrude had left her chair; she was walking about the room; her stiff silk dress, which she had put on in honor of the Baroness, made a sound upon the carpet.

"I don't know," she replied.