“And springs?”
“Some of the bedsteads are roped like the one we sleep on. Others have old-fashioned spiral springs–and there are no better made to-day. The rust can be cleaned off and they can be painted.”
“I see plainly you’re laying out a lot of work for us,” sighed ’Phemie.
“Well, we’ve got to work to live,” responded her sister, briskly.
“Ya-as,” drawled ’Phemie, in imitation of Lucas Pritchett. “But I don’t want to feel as though I was just living to work!”
“Lazybones!” laughed Lyddy. “You know, if we really got started in this game—”
“A game; is it? Keeping boarders!”
“Well?”
“I fancy it’s downright hard work,” quoth ’Phemie.
“But if it makes us independent? If it will keep poor father out of the shop? If it can be made to support us?” cried Lyddy.