“Well, of course, have ’em come.”
“Yes, but she wants to come this Friday for over Sunday, and we’ve invited the Benedicts for over Sunday.”
I thought a minute.
“It would be great to have them all here, because they are so congenial, but unless you and I gave up our room and slept in hammocks—”
“Why couldn’t you and Ellery sleep in hammocks and then I could let Madge share my room with me and give the Benedicts the spare room?”
“And what would become of Tom?”
“Oh, that’s so,” said Ethel. “I’m afraid we can’t do it.”
“They’s a sofa in the woodshed,” said Minerva, who had been dusting the sitting room and always interested in household problems, had stopped at the open window outside of which we were sitting.
“So there is. Good for you, Minerva,” said I, in spite of a warning look from Ethel, who says that at times I am too colloquial with Minerva.
Ethel and I went around to the woodshed to look at it. It was across two rafters, but with help from James, who was busy in the vicinity, I got it down.