After that second look, she was not so sure of making it all right with madame.
Going slowly up to her room, she curled up in the window-seat to wait for the sound of the carriage wheels.

The blue parrots on the wall-paper sat in their blue hoops in straight rows from floor to ceiling, and hung all their dismal heads.

It seemed to Joyce as if there were thousands of them, and that each one was more unhappy than any of the others.

The blue roses on the bed-curtains, that had been in such gay blossom a few hours before, looked ugly and unnatural now.
Over the mantel hung a picture that had been a pleasure to Joyce ever since she had taken up her abode in this quaint blue room.

It was called "A Message from Noel," and showed an angel flying down with gifts to fill a pair of little wooden shoes that some child had put out on a window-sill below.