All the inmates saw and overheard.

If Rachel's refreshing beauty had captivated them before, her dauntless spirit completed the conquest.
A cheery voice behind her said, "Good morning." There was something so winning in its tones that the set lines in her indignant face relaxed, and she turned softened eyes to meet the frankly genial ones of Dr.Paul Denslow.
"Good morning, Miss----," he repeated, as she hesitated, a little dazed.
"Bond--Rachel Bond's my name.

Good morning, sir," she answered, putting out her hand.
As he took it, he said: "I want to make an abject apology.

We are ill-prepared to entertain a lady here, and no one knew of your coming.
But we certainly intend to mitigate in some degree the desolation of the room to which you were conducted.

I left you for the purpose of seeing what the store-room contained that would contribute a trifle toward transforming it into a maiden's bower--" "Cinderella's fairy godmother couldn't have made the transformation with that room," she said with a little shrug of despair.
"Probably not--probably not--and I lay no claim to even the least of the powers exercised by the old lady with the wand.