“And lots of other people live hived up in the cities just as close, only in better houses. There isn’t much difference between apartment-houses and tenement-houses except the front entrance!”
“That may be epigrammatical,” chuckled ’Phemie, “but you couldn’t make many folks admit it.”
“Just the same, there are people who need just this climate we’ve got here at this time of year. It will do them as much good as it will father.”
“You’d make a regular sanitarium of Hillcrest,” cried ’Phemie.
“Well, why not?” retorted Lyddy. “I guess the neighbors wouldn’t object.”
’Phemie giggled. “Advertise to take folks back to old-fashioned times and old-fashioned cooking.”
“Sleeping on feather beds; cooking in a brick oven like our great-great-grandmothers used to do! Open fireplaces. Great!”
“Plain, wholesome food. They won’t have to eat out of cans. No extras or luxuries. We could afford to take them cheap,” concluded Lyddy, earnestly. “And we’ll get a big garden planted and feed ’em on vegetables through the summer.”
“Oh, Lyddy, it sounds good,” sighed ’Phemie. “But do you suppose Aunt Jane will consent to it?”