Christian fiction; Domestic fiction; Families -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
Cornelia’s cheeks grew rosy, but she held up her spirited little
head, and tried to be sensible about it. This wasn’t exactly what she
had expected, of course, to get her first order from a common working
man, but then, what difference? It was a real order and would bring
her and the family what they needed, more windows, more light, more
room; why not? And, if her dream of uplifting and beautifying homes
had been a true ideal, why, here was her opportunity. Everybody began
in a small way, and it really was wonderful to have opportunity, even
so humble as this, open up right at the beginning. She caught her
breath, and tried to think. Of course everybody began everything in a
small way at first.
“Well,” she said, hesitating, “I think perhaps I could. That is
really my business, you know, interior decorating. I mean to do it on
a large scale some day.”
“You don’t say!” said the man, looking at her admiringly. “I know
women is getting into business a lot these days. But I ain’t never
heard of that—what do you call it—interior decorating? You don’t mean
wall-paper and painting? ’Cause I could introduce you to my boss. He
builds a lot of houses.”
“Well, yes,” said Cornelia, trying not to laugh. “My business is
after the house is all built. I select wall-papers and curtains, and
tell them what furniture to get, or how to arrange what furniture
they have so it will look well in a room. I’ve been studying along
those lines in college; it’s artistic work, you know.”
“I see!” said the man, looking at her with narrowing, speculative
eyes; “good idea, real good idea! Like to have some one arrange
my house. Tell us what to buy. We’re laying out to get some new
furnitoor, either a parlor soot or a dining-room, though my wife’s
got her heart set on a new bedroom outfit, and I don’t know which’ll
come off first. Guess I’ll send her in to talk it over with you. I
like them little birds real well. Where you goin’ to put ’em? Here?”
He looked at the two long front windows.
“No, these are going up on the third floor in my brother’s room, the
front room. I’m going to make that all blue and white, and these blue
birds will make it look cheerful.”
“H’m! I guess when Nannie sees ’em she’ll be strong fer the bedroom
set, and let the other rooms go a spell till we can afford it.”
“Why not paint your old bedroom set, and have it decorated like your
curtains, and save the money for some good furniture downstairs? They
are using painted furniture a lot now for bedrooms.”
He stared at her eagerly.
“There, now, see? I told you you were going to be real useful to me.
You’ve saved me the price of a bedroom set a’ready. It’s a bargain.
You do the decorating, and I’ll do the carpentering. I’ll see about
them winders, and let you know tomorrow afternoon.”
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