This is our room, and
Agnes and the girls will have the other. The boys will have to
sleep on the double couch downstairs, to-morrow they can have a
tent on the lawn right back of us. Bring that drawer here, it goes
in this chest. I thought it was missing, but we'll straighten
everything out to-morrow, and see where we stand. The piano's out
there on the lawn, and I wish you'd cover it with something,
unless you get some one after supper to help you move it in. It
goes in the corner where the boys' sleds were, downstairs.
Supper's ready, Bert, if you are!"
"Perhaps you'd like me to dress?" Bert said, deeply amused. Anne
and her brothers laughed uproariously, as they all went down the
narrow stairs.
"No, but do come down and see how nice it is!" his wife said
eagerly. Hanging on his arm, she showed him the comfort
downstairs. The big room that had been large enough to house two
cars had been swept, and the rugs laid over the concrete floor.
Through a westerly window crossed by rose-vines the last light of
the long day fell softly upon a small table set for supper.
Priscilla was already in her high chair demanding food. At the
back of the room, on the long table once used for tools and tubes,
Agnes was busy with a coal-oil stove and Nancy's copper blazer.
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