For an hour heavy feet sounded through the cabin carrying furniture to different rooms. Then with a floor brush in one hand, and a polishing cloth in the other, the Harvester tapped at her door and helped the Girl upstairs. He had divided the space into three large, square sleeping chambers. In each he had set up a white iron bed, a dressing table, and wash stand, and placed two straight-backed and one rocking chair, all white. The walls were tinted lightly with green added to the plaster. There was a mattress and a stack of bedding on each bed, and a large rug and several small ones on the floors. He led her to the rocking chair in the middle room, where she could see through the open doors of the other two. “Now,” said the Harvester, “I didn't know whether the room with two windows toward the lake and one on the marsh, or two facing the woods and one front, was the guest chamber. It seemed about an even throw whether a visitor would prefer woods or water, so I made them both guest chambers, and got things alike for them. Now if we are entertaining two, one can't feel more highly honoured than the other. Was that a scheme?” “Fine!” said the Girl. “I don't see how it could be surpassed.” “'Be sure you are right, then go ahead,'” quoted the Harvester. “Now I'll make the beds and Mr. Rogers can hang the curtains. Is white correct for sleeping rooms? Won't that wash best and always be fresh?” “It will,” said the Girl. “White wash curtains are much the nicest.” “Make them short Mr. Rogers; keep them off the floor,” advised the Harvester. “And simple----don't arrange any thing elaborate that will tire a woman to keep in order. Whack them off the right length and pin them to the poles.” “How about that, Mrs. Langston?” asked the decorator. “I am quite sure that is the very best thing to do,” said the Girl; and the curtains were hung while the mattress was placed. “Now about this?” inquired the Harvester. “Do I put on sheets and fix these beds ready to use?” “I would not,” said the Girl. “I would spread the pad and the counterpane and lay the sheets and pillows in the closet until they are wanted. They can be sunned and the bed made delightfully fresh.” “Of course,” said the Harvester. When he had finished, he spread a cover on the dressing table and laid out white toilet articles and grouped a white wash set with green decorations on the stand. Then he brushed the floor, spread a big green rug in the middle and small ones before the bed, stand, and table, and coming out closed the door. “Guest chamber with lake view is now ready for company,” announced the Harvester. “Repeat the operation on the woods room, finished also. Why do some people make work of things and string them out eternally and fuss so much? Isn't this simple and easy, Ruth?” “Yes, if you can afford it,” said the Girl. “Forbear!” cried the Harvester. “We have the goods, the dealer has my check. Excuse me ten minutes, until I furnish another room.”