“I’ve given them a corking big dining-room, anyway,” Joe declared. “And here’s the guest-room over it, with two dandy bay windows looking out to sea.”
“And this room to the left?” ventured Sue.
“Oh! That’ll do for a billiard-room—or—or a nursery. It would make a rattling good studio, too—you see, I thought it would be a good thing to leave them one room they could do what they liked with.”
“But where’s the kitchen?” Sue asked seriously.
“Well, you see—that’s just it. I’m hanged if I know where to put the kitchen. They’ll have to have one, I suppose. I’ve been worrying over that kitchen.”
“Why don’t you put the kitchen up-stairs?” suggested Sue sweetly.
Joe started.
“But they never put kitchens up-stairs,” he exclaimed.
“I don’t see why they shouldn’t,” she declared. “I can see a nice, big, airy kitchen under the roof—and then, of course, you’d get rid of the smell.”
“By Jove! that’s an idea,” he cried. “A bully idea! Why, you’re wonderful! How did you ever happen to think of that?”