framed with pink roses, each of which has
an electric light hidden in its heart; and the bedspread is of pink and
silver brocade to match the hangings, with a large, hard roll like an
ossified bolster, at the top.

I believe it's that bed more than anything else, which makes me feel
that it's always Sunday in my room at Mrs. Ess Kay's. I'm used to
old-fashioned, ruffly pillows and a plain white coverlet smelling of
lavender, on which I can flop down whenever I like, to read a novel or
to have a nice little "weep." But there's no flopping on this gorgeous
pink and silver expanse, and it's small consolation to know that no
queen of England ever had one as handsome.

Mrs. Ess Kay and Sally escorted me to my room, when I came to it first.
After I'd admired everything enough to satisfy them, I was taken to see
the bathroom adjoining, and then a kind of wardrobe room opening out of
that. I was almost prostrated by the magnificence of both, which
pleased Mrs. Ess Kay very much; and in the grand wardrobe room,
smelling deliciously, though faintly, of cedar, my poor boxes--already
arrived--looked mean and insignificant. Mrs. Ess Kay's and Sally's huge
"Innovations" would have been much more appropriate than my
dress-baskets, which had been squashed into lop-sided deformity under
heavier things, in the hold.

Louise was on the scene armed with my keys and Mrs. Ess Kay wouldn't
hear of letting me do anything myself. "_Now_, I'll explain why I had
to desert you on the dock," she said. "Or perhaps I needn't explain. If
you watch Louise unpacking for a few minutes, you'll see for yourself.
And I do hope, sweet child, that you'll excuse my taking a liberty."

This made me curious. Louise opened one of my boxes which had been
labelled "Not Wanted," and I could hardly believe my eyes when she
lifted out an exquisite poppy-coloured chiffon, embroidered with sprays
of golden holly and berries made of some gleaming red jewel.

"Why, there's been some extraordinary mistake!" I exclaimed. "That
can't be my box. I've no such dress."

"I know, love, but I _have_," said Mrs. Ess Kay, "and thanks to you,
I've got it, and several others, through without paying duty. I thought
you wouldn't mind, you're such a dear pet, and it's been _such_ an
accommodation. Not that I care about the money, but I do love to get
the best of those Fiends at the Custom House, and I _have_, for once.
You see, it was like this. When Louise went to the baggage roo