“Oh, you old kitten! You’d rather lie by the fire and purr than do anything at all!”
“Well, then I’ll do that. We’re to do whatever we please in our own house, aren’t we, Mr. Rose?”
“Yes, indeed, Dolly. But amicable always. No, I don’t think you two are inclined to quarrel, but you do have little differences now and then, and I’d hate to have the charm of this little nest disturbed by foolish squabbles.”
“I’ll promise, for one, never to scrap,” said Dolly, eagerly, and Dotty said with equal fervour, “Me, too!”
“We’ll have nice, plain, hard floors,” continued Mr. Rose, “and I’m sure your mothers can find some discarded rugs.”
“Oh, we can make those,” exclaimed Dolly. “Don’t you know, Dot, that new way your Aunt Clara told us about? You take rags, you know, and sew them in pipings, and then crochet them,—oh, it’s just lovely!”
“Yes, I know. We’ll each make one of those, it’ll be fine!”
“And we’ll put them in the Study, one on each side of the room. Yours on my side, mine on yours.”
“All right. Which side do you want?”
“I’ll take the side next my house and you the side next yours. Then if our mothers call us, we can hear them.”