I
probably shall not sit down myself, and shall always serve our little
meals in the living-room, but I foresee that I shall have guests here in
the kitchen, and I'd like to be able to offer them a chair. That one
you're sitting in is my very best old split-bottomed, high-backed
photographer's treasure, which must go in the front room by the
fireplace."
"When you are through explaining I will assure you that two kitchen
chairs will arrive as soon as I go home," promised Ellen.
"Bless you! I foresee that you will make a splendid neighbour. Do you
want to climb upstairs and see the nest I'm going to feather for Granny?"
She turned to the narrow little staircase between the walls, and gayly
led the way. But Ellen exclaimed in dismay over the steepness of the
stairs.
"Charlotte! Do you think dear little old Madam Chase can climb these?
They are the steepest I ever saw!"
"She won't need to. Private lift, always ready."
"What do you mean? Surely not--"
Charlotte extended two round, supple arms. "Why not? Granny weighs just
eighty pounds--if she is wearing plenty of clothes. In her little nightie
and lavender kimono considerably less. And I'm strong as strong."
"But even then she's more than you ought to carry up and down this
ladder."
Charlotte turned at the top of the stairs, and laughed back at her
friend.
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