So she said; and then she took up her lamp, and I took up my candle, and she led me out into the passage and up a dark staircase. ''This is the servants'' way,'' she said, as we walked, ''that you must always take, unless Miss Maud directs you otherwise.''
Her voice and her tread grew softer the higher we went. At last, when we had climbed three pairs of stairs, she took me to a door, that she said in a whisper was the door to my room. Putting her finger before her lips, she slowly turned the handle.の思の兔の網の
I had never had a room of my own before. I did not particularly want one, now. But, since I must have one, this one I supposed would do. It was small and plain—would have looked better, perhaps, for a paper garland or two, or a few plaster dogs. But there was a looking-glass upon the mantel and, before the fire, a rug. Beside the bed—William Inker must have brought it up—was my canvas trunk.
Near the head of the bed there was another door, shut quite tight and with no key in it. ''Where does that lead?'' I asked Mrs Stiles, thinking it might lead to another passage or a closet.
''That''s the door to Miss Maud''s room,'' she said.
I said, ''Miss Maud is through