Radiantly, they discussed mountains and beaches, even buying a
newspaper, on the hot walk home, to pore over in search of the
right place.
Chapter Eight
"The Old Hill House," on the north Connecticut line, seemed almost
too good to be true. It was an unpretentious country hotel, and
Nancy and Junior settled themselves in one of its hot, second-
story rooms feeling almost guiltily happy. Nancy kissed Bert good-
bye on the first Monday morning assuring him that she had NOTHING
to do! To go down to meals, and they were good meals, without the
slightest share in the work of preparing them, and to be able to
wear dainty clothes without the ruinous contact with the kitchen,
seemed too luxurious.
But she was not quite idle, none-the-less. Junior had to have his
morning bath, after breakfast, and while he was in the tub, his
mother washed six bottles in the hand-basin. Then, on a tiltish
alcohol stove, Nancy had to boil his barley for twenty endless
minutes. When the stove upset there was an additional half-hour's
hard work, but even when it did not, it was usually ten o'clock
before she went down to the kitchen for his two quarts of milk.
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