A great wood fire threw a cheerful glow over the portraits and the frescoed ceiling.

All the linen covers had been taken from the furniture.
Lloyd, who had never seen this room except with the chairs shrouded and the blinds down, came running in presently.

She was bewildered at first by the change.

Then she began walking softly around the room, examining everything.
In one corner stood a tall, gilded harp that her grandmother had played in her girlhood.

The heavy cover had kept it fair and untarnished through all the years it had stood unused.