There she stood and sniffed, stretched herself, and thought: 'It's jolly--only, it smells too much!' and she went up to the pictures, one by one.

They seemed to go splendidly with the room, and suddenly she felt homesick.

Ridiculous, of course! Yet, if she had known where her father's room was, she would have run out to it; but her memory was too tangled up with stairs and corridors--to find her way down to the hall again was all she could have done.
A maid came in now with a blue silk gown very thick and soft.

Could she do anything for Miss Freeland?
No, thanks, she could not; only, did she know where Mr.Freeland's room was?
"Which Mr.Freeland, miss, the young or the old ?" "Oh, the old!" Having said which, Nedda felt unhappy; her Dad was not old! "No, miss; but I'll find out.

It'll be in the walnut wing!" But with a little flutter at the thought of thus setting people to run about wings, Nedda murmured: "Oh! thanks, no; it doesn't matter." She settled down now on the cushion of the window-seat, to look out and take it all in, right away to that line of hills gone blue in the haze of the warm evening.