A small bedroom,
opening off the square little parlour, had had its partition removed,
and in this alcove-like end of the room the fireplace had been built.
The effect was very good, and the resulting apartment, the only one on
the lower floor which could be spared for general use, had become at
once the place upon which Charlotte was concentrating most of her
efforts, meaning to make it a room where everybody should wish to come.
The usual interruption of a summons for Doctor Churchill to the office
in the wing sent the assembled company off again. Just as Charlotte was
leaving the room, however--the last of all, because she could not bring
herself to desert the joy of the copper panel in its setting of gray
stone--Doctor Churchill hurriedly returned.
Seeing Charlotte alone and about to vanish, he ran after her and drew
her back.
"I have to go right away, dear," he said. "But I want to look at the new
gift alone with you a minute. It's really a fine addition, isn't it?"
"Oh, beautiful! In the firelight and the lamplight how that copper will
gleam!"
"I wish we knew to whom we owe such a thought of us.
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