CHAPTER VIIMeanwhile, Ariel, in her little new room looking out on the pansy bed was kneeling by a hard little iron bed and thanking her heavenly Father for this haven of rest.
The room was small, but it was large enough for Ariel’s few worldly goods. Her little old trunk filled with her simple wardrobe, half a dozen books and some old photographs were all she had to put away; and the trunk containing them would not come out from the city until the next day.
There was a cretonne curtain with blue and green parrots amid red banana leaves across one corner of the room where she might hang her dresses, and there was a golden oak bureau, two chairs and a little table with a wobbly leg, besides the bed. It was clean enough, and cheery enough for a girl who had spent two nights in city lodging
