“Yes; several times. There’s a tiny tin pipe that goes out through this hole in the wall of the house. See?”
The twins saw, but there was so much to see, little time could be spent on any one thing. The parlour furniture was of satin brocade, of deep red colour, which was unfaded, and quite as good as new.
“I helped make those chairs,” said Aunt Nine. “I cut and basted, while your mother sewed them, Rachel.”
“They’re beautifully made,” said Miss Rachel. “Dolly, if you want some more, you can make them in your sewing-hour.”
“I’ll make you some,” said Aunt Penninah. “If you can find some pretty bits of stuff, Abbie, I’ll make a few to-day.”
“Oh, do, Aunt Nine,” cried Dolly. “These chairs are all right, but it would be so lovely to have some new ones of our very own!”
“I’m going to make some little wooden chairs and tables,” said Dick. “I can cut them out with my jigsaw, and glue them together.”
“Do,” said Aunt Abbie, “and we’ll make satin cushions for them, and tie them on with little ribbons.”
The furnishing of the house went on, and it would be hard to say which were more interested, the twins or the older people.
When they came up to the bedrooms, they found the tiny sheets and pillowcases yellow with age.