Christian fiction; Families -- Fiction; Love stories
Presently she found a rough ladder, cleats nailed to uprights against
the wall; and up this she crept cautiously to the opening above, and
presently emerged into the wide floor of the real barn.
There were several small windows, left open, and the sweet spring air
swept gently in; and there were little patches of pale sunshine in the
misty recesses of the great dim room. Gentle motes floated in the
sharp lances of sunshine that stole through the cracks; another ladder
rose in the midst of the great floor to the loft above; and festoons of
ancient hay and cobwebs hung dustily down from the opening above.
After Shirley had skipped about the big floor and investigated every
corner of it, imagining how grand it would be to set the table in one
end of the room and put mother's bed behind a screen in the other end,
with the old piano somewhere in the centre and the big parlor chair,
mended, near by, the old couch covered with a portière standing on the
other side, she turned her attention to the loft, and, gathering
courage, climbed up there.
There were two great openings that let in the light; but they seemed
like tiny mouse-holes in the great place, and the hay lay sweet and
dim, thinly scattered over the whole big floor. In one corner there
was quite a luxurious lot of it, and Shirley cast herself down upon it
for a blessed minute, and looked up to the dark rafters, lit with beams
of sunlight creeping through fantastic cracks here and there, and
wondered how the boys would enjoy sleeping up here, though there was
plenty of room down-stairs for a dozen sleeping-rooms for the matter of
that.
Foolish, of course, and utterly impossible, as all daydreams always had
been; but somehow it seemed so real and beautiful that she could
scarcely bring herself to abandon it. Nevertheless, her investigation
had made her hungry, and she decided at last to go down and eat her
lunch under the big tree out in the sunshine; for it was dark and
stuffy inside, although one could realize how beautiful it would be
with those two great doors flung wide, and light and air let in.
The day was perfect, and Shirley found a beautiful place to sit, high
and sheltered, where she would not be noticed when the trolley-cars
sped by; and, as she ate her sandwiches, she let her imagination build
a beautiful piazza where the grassy rise came up to the front of the
barn, and saw in thought her mother sitting with the children at the
door. How grand it would be to live in a home like this, even if it
were a barn! If they could just get out here for the summer, it would
do wonders for them all, and put new heart into her mother for the hard
work of the winter. Perhaps by fall mother would be well enough to
keep boarders as she longed to do, and so help out with the finances
more.
Well, of course, this was just one of her wild schemes, and she must
not think any more about it, much less even speak of it at home, for
they would never get done laughing and teasing her for it.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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