"
"I'll help. What comes first?"
"Nothing--for you. I'll run up and down with rugs and
curtains,--really, they're about all there are to go up here,
except Granny's dressing-table. I've saved that for her, and a
little old single bed she likes. I'll have Tom bring them up."
But Ellen insisted on helping, and when the bed was in place made it up
with the fine old linen Charlotte produced, exclaiming over its handsome
monograms, of an antique pattern much admired in these days.
"But where is your bed, Charlotte? I want to get that ready, too," she
urged, when various small tasks were completed.
"Oh, never mind about mine. I'll see to that later." Charlotte was
rubbing away at an old brass candlestick upon the dressing-table.
"I didn't see another bed. Surely you can't both sleep in this?"
"Hardly--poor Granny! No; mine is a folding cot, the nicest thing!"
"And you've no furniture at all for your room?"
"Don't want it. Granny will let me peep in her mirror. Don't look so
shocked, Len. We're just camping out for a year, you know, and I brought
all we needed. What's the use of being encumbered with household goods?"
"But you have them, somewhere? Let me send for them, dear, please. If you
are to stay all winter you must be comfortable."
"We shall be. And--I haven't any more things, if you must have it.
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