“Not until your father is out of the house.”
A ring at the bell startled us.
“West Side again;” said Mrs. Whitcomb;—“Miss Churchill.”
“O, please come in here;” exclaimed Fanny with a laugh. “It is only a step from—dress-making to carpets.”
“Is it?” and she smiled. “Who is going to be so pretty?”
“Papa. Our study carpet was a thing of—shreds and patches, rather than beauty. And we feel as if we had earned this money ourselves. When papa goes to the mountains we shall have a thorough renovating.”
“I wish I could add something,” said Miss Churchill. “Let me take a peep, perhaps I can discover a new need.”
She glanced around. Fanny explained about the chair.
“There is one thing girls, and I shall do it. This paper is soiled and dingy, and a new one must be put on.”
“It is pretty nearly covered with the books and pictures,” returned Fanny.