CHAPTER IV.
ENCOUNTER BETWEEN A HIGH HORSE AND A HOBBY "Your chocolate will be getting cold, Miss." Dorothea, refreshed with sleep but still pleasantly tired, lay in bed watching Polly as she relaid and lit the fire in the massive Georgian grate.

These occasions found the service in the Town House short- handed, and the girl (a cheerful body, with no airs) turned to and took her share in the extra work.
"Have they sent for Mudge ?" (Mudge was the Bayfield butler.) "Lord, no, Miss! Small chance of getting to Mudge, or of Mudge getting to us.

Why, the snow is half-way up the front door!" Bed was deliciously warm, and the air in the room nipping, as Dorothea found when she stretched out her hand for the cup.
"I always like waking in this room.

It gives one a sort of betwixt and between feeling--between being at home and on a visit.

To be snowed-up makes it quite an adventure." "Pretty adventure for the gentry at 'The Dogs'! Tom Ryder, the dairyman there, managed to struggle across just now with the milk, and he says that a score of them couldn't get beds in the town for love or money.
The rest kept it up till four in the morning, and now they're sleeping in their fine dresses round the fire in the Orange Room." Dorothea laughed.