"Well, I call that prime," said Hugh; "now for the clothes and things."
These were soon on; and the room began to look "like a room," as John said.
"Might that window be grey ground glass, or might it be dirt?" asked Hugh, going up to examine it, and drawing his finger down it.
The question did not need answering, for he left a line of clear glass behind him.
"Wait till I've got the rest of my furniture up, and then I'll see to things," said John.
"The rest of it?" laughed Hugh. "I think this is all of it; the rest belongs to me."
"Hugh, you're a cheat! Do you mean to say I'm not to have a chair?"
"Oh, yes, I'll spare you a chair!"
"And that little table's my own; so now, Mr. Hugh!"
"So it is; what a bore! Why I was perfectly counting on that table when your things were gone off it."