Christian fiction; Families -- Fiction; Love stories
"You are sure you were going to put in these partitions? You are not
making any change on my account? Because I couldn't think of allowing
you to go to any trouble or expense, you know."
Her straightforward look embarrassed him.
"Why, I----" he said, growing a little flushed. "Why, you see I hadn't
been out to look things over before. I didn't realize how much better
it would be to have those in, you know. But now I intend to do it
right away. Father put the whole thing in my hands to do as I pleased.
In fact, the place is mine now, and I want to put it in good shape to
rent. So don't worry yourself in the least. Things won't go to wrack
and ruin so quickly, you know, if there is someone on the place."
He finished his sentence briskly. It seemed quite plausible even to
himself now, and he searched about for a change of topic.
"You think you can get on here with the rough floor? You might put
padding or something under your carpets, you know, but it will take
pretty large carpets----" He looked at her dubiously. To his
conventional mind every step of the way was blocked by some impassable
barrier. He did not honestly see how she was going to do the thing at
all.
"Oh, we don't need carpets!" laughed Shirley gayly. "We'll spread down
a rug in front of mother's bed, and another one by the piano, and the
rest will be just perfectly all right. We're not expecting to give
receptions here, you know," she added mischievously. "We're only
campers, and very grateful campers at that, too, to find a nice, clean,
empty floor where we can live. The only thing that is troubling me is
the cooking. I've been wondering if it will affect the insurance if we
use an oil-stove to cook with, or would you rather we got a wood-stove
and put the pipe out of one of the windows? I've seen people do that
sometimes. Of course we could cook outdoors on a camp-fire if it was
necessary, but it might be a little inconvenient rainy days."
Graham gasped at the coolness with which this slip of a girl discoursed
about hardships as if they were necessities to be accepted pleasantly
and without a murmur. She actually would not be daunted at the idea of
cooking her meals on a fire out-of-doors! Cooking indeed! That was of
course a question that people had to consider. It had never been a
question that crossed his mind before. People cooked--how did they
cook? By electricity, gas, coal and wood fires, of course. He had
never considered it a matter to be called in any way serious. But now
he perceived that it was one of the first main things to be looked out
for in a home. He looked down at the waiting girl with a curious
mixture of wonder, admiration, and dismay in his face.
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