A servant answered the summons.
"Is Mrs.Bray at home ?" inquired Pinky.
"I don't know," replied the servant, looking annoyed.

"Her rooms are in the third story;" and she held the door wide open for them to enter.

As they passed into the hall Pinky said to her companion, "Just wait here a moment, and I will run up stairs and see if she is in." The girl stood in the hall until Pinky came back.
"Not at home, I'm sorry to say." "Oh dear! that's bad; what shall I do ?" and the girl looked distressed.
"She'll be back soon, no doubt," said Pinky, in a light, assuring voice.
"I'll go around with you a little and see things." The girl looked down at her traveling-bag.
"Oh, that's nothing; I'll help you to carry it;" and Pinky took it from her hand.
"Couldn't we leave it here ?" asked Flora.
"It might not be safe; servants are not always to be trusted, and Mrs.Bray's rooms are locked; we can easily carry it between us.

I'm strong--got good country blood in my veins.

You see I'm from the country as well as you; right glad we met.