Not until they reached the highest tower room, indeed, did she sink wearily into a chair, and seem for a moment at rest.
David looked about him in surprise.

Even his untrained eye could see that he had entered a different world.

There were no sumptuous rugs, no silken hangings; no mirrors, no snowflake curtains.

There were books, to be sure, but besides those there were only a plain low table, a work-basket, and three or four wooden-seated though comfortable chairs.
With increasing wonder he looked into Miss Holbrook's eyes.
"Is it here that you stay--all day ?" he asked diffidently.
Miss Holbrook's face turned a vivid scarlet.
"Why, David, what a question! Of course not! Why should you think I did ?" "Nothing; only I've been wondering all the time I've been here how you could--with all those beautiful things around you downstairs--say what you did." "Say what ?--when ?" "That other day in the garden--about ALL your hours being cloudy ones.
So I didn't know to-day but what you LIVED up here, same as Mrs.Holly doesn't use her best rooms; and that was why your hours were all cloudy ones." With a sudden movement Miss Holbrook rose to her feet.
"Nonsense, David! You shouldn't always remember everything that people say to you.

Come, you haven't seen one of the views from the windows yet.