"Where are you going to put it?" she asked, looking wistfully at Eliza.
"Oh, anywhere," replied the latter with bravado.
"Jane wouldn't like it in here, of course," remarked Mrs. Wright.
"Well, I suppose I have a right to my own room, haven't I?" Eliza retorted sharply.
"Wouldn't it be very much in the way, dear? You have it fixed so pretty in there."
"Well, what's the reason it can't stand in the shed?" asked Eliza, with defiance.
Mrs. Wright shook her head. "'Where moth and rust doth corrupt,'" she said slowly.
Phil now had the barrel down, and was standing beside it, waiting.
"Whither away, now?" he asked.