24, with Diana and a large quantity of luggage on board, the former found herself met in the hall by a cheerful little person with pretty brown eyes and a friendly smile to whom she took an instant liking.
Miss Bunting escorted Diana up to her rooms on the second floor, while Henri brought up the rear, staggering manfully beneath the weight of Miss Quentin's trunk.
A cheerful fire was blazing in the grate, and that, together with the daffodils that gleamed from a bowl on the table like a splash of gold, gave the room a pleasant and welcoming appearance.
"But, surely," said Diana hesitatingly, "you are not Mrs.Lawrence ?" Miss Bunting laughed, outright.
"Oh, dear no," she answered.

"Mrs.Lawrence is out, and she asked me to see that you had everything you wanted.

I'm the lady-help, you know." Diana regarded her commiseratingly.

She seemed such a jolly, bright little thing to be occupying that anomalous position.
"Oh, are you?
Then it was you"-- with a sudden, inspiration--"who put these lovely daffodils here, wasn't it?
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