Boardinghouses -- Juvenile fiction; London (England) -- Juvenile fiction; Love stories; Mothers and daughters -- Juvenile fiction
"Now this is all very startling and amazing," I said. "You ought to
tell us your friend's name and all about it; that is, if we are to go
properly into partnership."
"It can't be done, my dear. The friend is a very old friend and a very
true one, and Mr. Hardcastle is the one to be satisfied. The friend
knows that for years I have wanted to start a boarding-house, but the
friend always thought there were difficulties in the way. I was too
homely, and people are grand in these days, and want some society airs
and manners, which you, my dear, possess. So if we put our fortunes
into one bag everything will come right, and you must trust me, that's
all."
I was quite silent, thinking very hard.
"When I saw 17 Graham Square yesterday," continued Miss Mullins, "I
said to myself, if there is a suitable house for our purpose in the
whole W.C. district it is that house. What a splendid drawing-room
there is, or rather two drawing-rooms; just the very rooms to
entertain people in in the evening. Now if we put all our fortunes
into one bag, you, my dear Miss Wickham, shall have the social part of
the establishment under your wing. I will arrange all about the
servants, and will see that the cooking is right, and will carve the
joints at dinner; and your beautiful, graceful, aristocratic lady
mother must take the head of the table. She won't have a great deal to
do, but her presence will work wonders."
"And do you think we shall make any money with this thing?" I said.
"It is my impression that we will; indeed I am almost sure of it, but
the house must be furnished suitably."
"But what is your taste with regard to furniture, Miss Mullins?" I
asked, and now I looked apprehensively round the little Berlin wool
room.
"Well, I always did incline to the primitive colours. I will be frank
with you, and say honestly that I never pass by that awful shop,
Liberty's in Regent Street, without shuddering. Their greens and their
greys and their pinks are not my taste, love--no, and never will be;
but I shall leave the furnishing to you, Miss Wickham, for I see by
the tone of that dress you are now wearing that you adhere to
Liberty, and like his style of decoration."
"Oh, I certainly do," I replied.
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