“Something else as well,” said Frances, beaming on her ally.
“I don’t mind making him an extra big stool, which might do for a table,” said Austin graciously.
“Guy is mending-up some old chairs,” said Frances.
“Mamma will let me have one of her patchwork-carpets,” said Florry. “She makes them out of odd pieces begged from friends, and they are quite warm and cheerful.”
“Mrs. Temple offered me an old bedstead and bedding only the other day,” cried Frances. “How fortunate for poor Johnson! I’ll ask Mamma for a chest of drawers.”
“And the Altruists as a body can easily produce a ‘harlequin’ set of plates and cups and dishes,” said Florry.
“I have some spare pots and pans in my stores,” added Frances proudly. “I declare, Max, your friend sha’n’t wait till Christmas to set up housekeeping!”
“You are all awfully kind,” said Max gratefully. The boy’s eyes were actually moist, and he hung his head; but in a moment had recovered sufficiently to shout in vigorous crescendo:
“Your reins are crossed, Florry! Mercy on us, we’re in the ditch!”
They were not quite there, thanks to the pony’s objections to lead the way. Rough pulled his head free indignantly, and was allowed to steer his own course in peace.