“Now,” said the Harvester, “I didn't know whether the room with two windows toward the lake and one on the marsh, or two facing the woods and one front, was the guest chamber. It seemed about an even throw whether a visitor would prefer woods or water, so I made them both guest chambers, and got things alike for them. Now if we are entertaining two, one can't feel more highly honoured than the other. Was that a scheme?”
“Fine!” said the Girl. “I don't see how it could be surpassed.”
“'Be sure you are right, then go ahead,'” quoted the Harvester. “Now I'll make the beds and Mr. Rogers can hang the curtains. Is white correct for sleeping rooms? Won't that wash best and always be fresh?”
“It will,” said the Girl. “White wash curtains are much the nicest.”
“Make them short Mr. Rogers; keep them off the floor,” advised the Harvester. “And simple——don't arrange any thing elaborate that will tire a woman to keep in order. Whack them off the right length and pin them to the poles.”
“How about that, Mrs. Langston?” asked the decorator.
“I am quite sure that is the very best thing to do,” said the Girl; and the curtains were hung while the mattress was placed.
“Now about this?” inquired the Harvester. “Do I put on sheets and fix these beds ready to use?”
“I would not,” said the Girl. “I would spread the pad and the counterpane and lay the sheets and pillows in the closet until they are wanted. They can be sunned and the bed made delightfully fresh.”
“Of course,” said the Harvester.