"You certainly would," asserted Anthony. "We never guessed how much there would be to occupy us in the country, but there seems hardly time to write letters. Nobody can believe, till he tries, how much pleasure there is in wheedling a garden into growing, nor how well the labour makes him sleep o' nights." "Yes--I think I could sleep here," said Carey, and passed a hand over a brow which was aching at that very moment. "I haven't done that satisfactorily for six months." "You'll do it here," Anthony prophesied confidently. "It's a fine air with a good breath of the salt sea in it, which we don't get. Your sleeping rooms are all well aired and lighted--a thing you don't always find in more pretentious houses. And when the paint and paper go on you'll own yourselves surprised at the transformation. I was never so astonished in my life as I was at the change in the little bedroom in our house which has that pale yellow-and-white stripe on the wall. It was a north room, and the old wall was a forlorn slate, like a thundercloud. My little artist here, with her eye for colours, instantly announced that she would get the sunshine into that room. And so she did--with no more potent a charm than that fifteen-cent paper and a fresh coat of white paint." Carey looked at Juliet with longing in his eye. He wanted to ask her to supervise the alterations in his purchase, if he should make it. But he remembered other occasions when he had held the sayings and doings of Mrs. Robeson before the eyes of Mrs. Carey with disastrous result, and he dared not make the suggestion. He hoped, however, that Judith might be inclined to ask the assistance of her friend, and himself hinted at it, cautiously. But Judith, beyond inquiring what Juliet thought of certain possible changes, seemed inclined to shoulder her own responsibilities. Anthony left his wife upon the home-bound train, to return to his work; the Careys accompanied him, so that he had no chance to talk things over until he came home to dinner at night. But when he saw Juliet again almost her first words showed him where her thoughts were. "Tony, I can't get those people off my mind. Do you suppose they will ever make a home out of anything?" "They haven't much genius for utilizing raw material, I'm very much afraid," Anthony responded thoughtfully. "Carey has the will, and he can furnish a moderate amount of funds, but whether Judith can furnish anything but objections and contrariety I don't dare to predict. If her heart were in it I should have more hope of her. There's one thing I can tell her. If she doesn't set her soul to the giving the old boy a taste of peace and rest she'll have him worn out before his time. A fellow who doesn't know how it feels to sleep soundly, and whose head bothers him half the time, needs looking after. He's a slave to his office desk, and needs far more than an active chap like me to get out of the city as much as he can."