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When Esther went upstairs to her room in No. 11 Elphinstone Road, she found the door standing open, and she could hear some one talking inside.

She stood still for a moment in amazement; she thought perhaps she had made a mistake and come to the wrong room, but a glance reassured her; the number of her room was 23, and this one was 23; she pushed the door wider and went in.

Her boxes were there, standing one upon the other, so as to make more space in the small room, and on the rather shabby rug by the fireplace a woman was kneeling with her back to the door.

She did not hear Esther enter, and for a moment the girl stood staring at her in blank amazement. She could not see her face, but she could see that the woman was small and slightly built, with a wealth of jet black hair coiled in becoming carelessness with a couple of yellow pins to fasten it.

She wore a yellow blouse, which Esther would have thought hideous on any one else, but somehow against that dark coil of hair it looked decidedly picturesque.

Esther moved a little, deliberately knocking against a chair to attract attention, and the girl on the hearthrug looked round with a startled exclamation; then scrambled to her feet.

“I heard there was a cat,” she explained. “Lydia told me that he was shut up here alone, so I just had to come in and see him. I hope you don’t mind. I brought him some milk.”

For a moment Esther was too taken aback to answer. She looked from the little woman in the yellow blouse to 44 Charlie, sprawled on the rug and purring lustily, and then back again to the little woman.

She was very attractive looking, that was Esther’s first thought, and her next that she had never seen any one with such a beautiful complexion.

“You’re Miss Shepstone, aren’t you?” her visitor queried in the friendliest of tones. “You see, I know quite a lot about you already. Lydia told me––Lydia’s the housemaid––you’ll like her; she’s a really nice girl. My name is June Mason––I live here, too, and I hope we will be great friends.”

There was something so breezily disarming about her that Esther held out her hand.

“You’re very kind. I hardly know what to say....”

“Don’t say anything,” Miss Mason answered airily. “I’m going to like you; I knew I should somehow when I first heard your name. I believe in that sort of thing––I don’t know if you do, but as soon as Lydia told me who it was that had taken this room I knew I should like you. I think your name is sweet––Esther! So quaint and old-world. Have you had your tea?––yes, oh, what a shame! I’ve got some ready for you in my room. Oh, I hope you don’t think it’s awful cheek,” she broke out with a sort of embarrassment. “I’ve got a sitting-room here as well as a bedroom, and I always make my own tea, it’s better than you can get downstairs. I’ve got a fire there too, and if you’re ever cold I hope you’ll come and sit with me. I’m out a good deal but you can always use my room when I’m not there, if you care to. Take off your hat and come and see it now, or are you too tired? I don’t want to worry you.”

“I’m not a bit tired,” Esther said, laughing; she felt a little bewildered by this sudden offer of friendship, but June Mason interested her, and after a moment she took off her hat obediently.

“We’ll bring the cat too,” Miss Mason said; she 45 swooped down with a quick movement and caught the cat up in her arms. “I love cats,” she said. “What’s his name?”

“Charlie,” said Esther shyly. “He’s very thin, but they weren’t kind to him where he belonged before....”

“What a shame! I simply loathe people who are not kind to animals. Never mind, he’ll soon get all right. Now come along––I’ll help you unpack your boxes presently.”

She led the way downstairs, and Esther followed.

She had been feeling a little scared of this new boarding-house. She felt grateful for this girl’s unaffected overture.

“Mine’s the best room in the house,” Miss Mason informed her. She pushed open the door of a room immediately below Esther’s. “Sit down and make yourself at home. I’ll get the tea in half a minute. I know you’ll have another cup. I shall, anyway. Do you smoke?”

“No,” said Esther.

“Well I do. I hope you’re not shocked. I find it’s so soothing when you’ve got nerves; and I’m a frightfully nervy person. I am hardly ever still; I’m always on the go.”

Esther could well believe it. She looked on with a slightly dazed feeling while June Mason lit a cigarette and bustled about the room.

It was a very comfortable room, with plenty of easy-chairs and lots of cushions all in the same pale shade of mauve.

“I didn’t think there would be any rooms as comfortable as this in the house,” Esther said. “I suppose you pay a great deal for it, though.”

“I don’t know about that. Most of the furniture is mine and all the cushions. Do you like my cushions?”

She put down the teapot, which she had been about to fill, and caught up one of the cushions, plumping its softness together with her white hands.