"The Washington Vase china that you use all the time is really valuable, isn't it?"
"Well, so those collectors say. It's valuable to me, because I was brought up on it. Money value ain't everything. The value of a dollar is one thing—the joy it brings to you is another. You just rummage around and find the things that you like, and we'll get Grampa or Zeckal to move 'em up for you."
"How did you ever think of such a thing, Grandmother?"
"Well, your grandpa thought he hadn't seen you looking around the house much, and s'long's it's full o' the kind o' things that most city folks goes so wild about, I kinder figured you might like something to get your interest started. Helen, she was never very much interested in anything she didn't have to do with. You favour her in some ways."
"I suppose I haven't seemed very much interested in the house and things, I've—had other things on my mind."
"You've been worried about your brother, and a little homesick."
"I didn't think I showed it."
"You don't always have to show your feelings to Grandma. You better start in the barn chamber, and then work on through the house. When you get all the furniture you want, you can come to me and get the key to that closet some day." She indicated a door that might have been a panel set in the wall, except for the keyhole, where a knob might have been. "There's a closet there, that runs clear under the eaves. I guess you might find some fol-de-rols you would like."
"It might be fun to start in the closet," Elizabeth suggested.
"It might," her grandmother agreed, "but better save that till the last."