They felt now as if they were intruding in some fairy domain. It was
all exquisite, though rather tiny; but such luxury was as far removed
from the dingy rooms they had occupied as could well be imagined. The
Major coughed and ahemmed continually; Patsy ah'd and oh'd and seemed
half frightened; Uncle John walked after them silently, but with a
pleased smile that was almost childish upon his round and rugged face.
Across the hall were three chambers, each with a separate bath, while
one had a pretty dressing-room added.
"This will be Patsy's room," said the Major, with a vast amount of
dignity.
"Of course," said Uncle John. "The pins on the cushion spell
'Patricia,' don't they?"
"So they do!" cried Patsy, greatly delighted.
"And this room," continued the Major, passing into the next, "will be
mine. There are fine battle-scenes on the wall; and I declare, there's
just the place for the colonel's photograph over the dresser!"
"Cigars, too," said Patsy, opening a little cabinet; "but 'twill be a
shame to smoke in this palace."
"Then I won't live here!" declared the Major, stoutly, but no one
heeded him.
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