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Ella woke the next morning with that most delightful of all delightful feelings -- the vague consciousness of something nice having happened ere she fell asleep. She slowly, half reluctantly opened her eyes --
"I do hope it wasn't only a dream," she murmured, but as she caught sight of the objects around her, the large bow-window with its curtains of richer material than the old faded chintz of the Coombesthorpe "nursery," the toilet table with its marble top and large mirror, and the wardrobe of beautiful inlaid wood -- for Lady Cheynes made a point of installing her little god-daughter in one of the "best" rooms -- a smile crept over her face, and she closed her sleepy eyes again with a sensation of vivid satisfaction.