"Mrs. Cleeve, my dear," the housekeeper sang out cheerfully.
Ara turned the knob eagerly. "Oh, Mrs. Cleeve! I'm in a different room!" she exclaimed anxiously.
"Of course not, my dear. Here's your tea. Sip it while it is hot. Your clothes are here." Making a beeline towards the walk-in closet, the housekeeper riffled through the hanged clothes. "Today is Sunday. You must wear something special. I hear you'll have a viewing of the master's art collection."
"Where did you hear that?" Ara was nonplussed. She held the mug with two hands.
"From Old Ponso."
"Wait! Why did I have a change of room?"
"Because the pipes developed a leak. It began in the shower room." The housekeeper's voice was muffled as she dug deep to get the right shoes. "You like this, do you?" The shoes were colored gold
