“’T ain’t as if our things wan’t all out,” cried Cyrus; his voice was actually exultant.
“Or as if we hadn’t wanted to build a new one for years,” chirruped his wife.
“Now you can have that ’ere closet under the front stairs, Huldah!”
“And you can have the room for your tools where it’ll be warm in the winter!”
“An’ there’ll be the bow-winder out of the settin’ room, Huldah!”
“Yes, and a real bathroom, with water coming right out of the wall, same as the Wileys have!”
“An’ a tub, Huldah--one o’ them pretty white chiny ones!”
“Oh, Cyrus, ain’t it almost too good to be true!” sighed Huldah: then her face changed. “Why, Cyrus, it’s gone,” she cried with sudden sharpness.
“What’s gone?”
“Your dinner--I was cooking such a beautiful turkey and all the fixings for you.”