She looked toward the sound and saw Mrs. Whitley standing nearby. "Does a hot bath sound good to you, dear?"Rusty smiled at her. "A hot bath sounds heavenly.""I thought it might. If you'll just come with me.Rusty rose, noting as she did that the food tray and table were gone. She picked up the quilt that had been lying over her, ignoring Mrs. Whitley's claim that someone would see to it. Rusty folded it neady and laid it across the arm of the chair. She then turned to follow Briarly's housekeeper.Mrs. Whitley led the way up one flight of stairs and then a shorter set of stairs that took them up a half level. There were several rooms in this part of the mansion, one of which was an elaborate bathing chamber. Rusty's parents had had an indoor bath for many years, but it didn't compare with the lovely fittings of this room. Neither did her parents' bathroom have its own boiler that produced a hot bath at the turn of a spigot."Now then, dear, I'll just start this running for you and explain to you how it works.
