From the next room came the sound of a window opened and a shutter thrown wide, and Tilda's voice announced—
"Well, I never! Beds!"
"Beds?"
"Beds—and sheets—and blankets." Tilda reappeared in the doorway.
"A 'ole reel 'ouse! But why?—and 'ow in the world?"
Arthur Miles held out the card.
"It's for sailors shipwrecked here."
Tilda studied the notice.
"And we 're shipwrecked! Well, if this ain't the loveliest. A reel 'ouse, with reel beds an' sorsepans!"
Her jaw dropped.
"An' I flung that blessed book away just as it was tellin' about breakfast dishes!"