Every morning I found the blinds up and every morning I drew them down and left them there. After a month it seemed impossible that I could ever establish my Persian. But then she forgot somehow; and one day I woke up to find the three blinds down.
By a real stroke of genius I drew them up as soon as my dressing was over. Next morning they were down again. I bathed, dried, dressed and threw them up. She thought it was a Mede, and pulled them down.
But it was a Persian, and, as I pulled them up, I knew that I had scored.
Yet, after all, I am not so sure. For it is now the summer, and I have no fire, and I do not want the blinds left down. And when I pull them up every morning I really want to find them up next morning. But I find them down. So perhaps it really is a Mede. To tell the truth, the distinction between the two is not so clear as it ought to be. I must try to come to some arrangement with the housekeeper about it.
THE CUPBOARD
It was the landlord who first called my attention to the cupboard; I should never have noticed it myself.
"A very useful cupboard you see there," he said, "I should include that in the fixtures."
"Indeed," said I, not at all surprised; for the idea of his taking away the cupboard had not occurred to me.
"You won't find many rooms in London with a cupboard like that."