"What do you want to do with it, Pauline?" Mrs. Shaw asked.
"I haven't thought that far—use it for draperies of some kind, I suppose," the girl answered.
They were standing in the middle of the big, empty room. Suddenly, Josie gave a quick exclamation, pointing to the bare corner between the front and side windows. "Wouldn't a cozy corner be delightful—with cover and cushions of the chintz?"
"May we, mother?" Pauline begged in a coaxing tone.
"I suppose so, dear—only where is the bench part to come from?"
"Tom'll make the frame for it, I'll go get him this minute," Josie answered.
"And you might use that single mattress from up garret," Mrs. Shaw suggested.
Pauline ran up to inspect it, and to see what other treasures might be forthcoming. The garret was a big, shadowy place, extending over the whole house, and was lumber room, play place and general refuge, all in one.
Presently, from under the eaves, she drew forward a little old-fashioned sewing-chair, discarded on the giving out of its cane seat. "But I could tack a piece of burlap on and cover it with a cushion," Pauline decided, and bore it down in triumph to the new room, where Tom Brice was already making his measurements for the cozy corner.
Josie was on the floor, measuring for the cover. "Isn't it fun, Paul?
Tom says it won't take long to do his part."