This room was done in a real pretty striped paper in two shades
of buff. There's a little of it left behind that door. Mrs. Bolton
was a great hand to want things cheerful. She said it looked kind of
sunshiny, even on a dark day. Poor dear, it fell harder on her than
on anybody else when the crash came. She died the same week they took
him to prison; and fer one, I was glad of it."
Mrs. Daggett wiped her kind eyes.
"Mebbe you'll think it's a terrible thing for me to say," she added
hastily. "But she was such a delicate, soft-hearted sort of a woman:
I couldn't help feelin' th' Lord spared her a deal of bitter sorrow
by taking her away. My! It does bring it all back to me so--the house
and the yard, and all. We'd all got used to seeing it a ruin; and
now-- Whatever put it in your head, dearie, to want things put back
just as they were? Papa was telling me this morning you was all for
restoring the place. He thinks 'twould be more stylish and up-to-date
if you was to put new-style paper on the walls, and let him furnish
it up for you with nice golden oak. Henry's got real good taste.
You'd ought to see our sideboard he gave me Chris'mas, with a mirror
and all."
Having thus discharged her wifely duty, as it appeared to her, Mrs.
Daggett promptly turned her back upon it.
"But you don't want any golden oak sideboards and like that in this
house. Henry was telling me all about it, and how you were set on
getting back the old Bolton furniture."
"Do you think I could?" asked the girl eagerly.
Pages:
112
113
114
115
116
117
118
119
120
121
122
123
124
125
126
127
128
129
130
131
132
133
134
135
136