The third window Hilda thought was the prettiest of all.

It faced the west, and the full glory of sunset was now pouring through the clustering vines which partly shaded it.

The sash was open, and a white rose was leaning in and nodding in a friendly way, as if greeting the new-comer.

A low chair and a little work-table, both of quaint and graceful fashion, stood in the recess; and on the window-seat stood some flowering-plants in pretty blue and white pots.
"I suppose _I_ am expected to sit there!" said Hilda to herself.

"As if I should sit down in a kitchen!" But all the while she knew in her heart of hearts that this was one of the most attractive rooms she had ever seen, and that that particular corner was pretty enough and picturesque enough for a queen to sit in.