She turned and looked about her, at the room, the flowers, the wide hearth, with its blazing logs, at Mrs.Colwood, and finally at Diana.
"We are so fond of it already!" said Diana.

"Come and get warm." She settled her guest in a chair by the fire, and took a stool beside her.
"Did you like Devonshire ?" The girl made a little face.
"It was awfully quiet.

Oh, my friends, of course, made a lot of fuss over me--and that kind of thing.

But I wouldn't live there, not if you paid me." "We're very quiet here," said Diana, timidly.

She was examining the face beside her, with its bright crude color, its bold eyes, and sulky mouth, slightly underhung.
"Oh, well, you've got some good families about, I guess.