“Now, as long as the house is decided upon,” said Mr. Betts cheerfully, taking one of the little millionaires in each hand, and sitting down at his work-table, “I suppose the next thing is furniture.”
“THAT IS QUITE SATISFACTORY TO ME, MR. BETTS,” SAID MR. DELIGHT.
“We want everything,” declared Mr. Delight recklessly. “We want a piano, and a window-seat, and a sideboard—”
“I have a sideboard that came in this morning,” interrupted Mr. Betts, rolling it out directly.
“O isn’t it sweet?” said Mrs. Delight, clasping her hands. “Dinah and I will paper the shelves with that scalloped paper that comes on purpose. Think of it, William, full of our wedding china!”
“Betsey! O Betsey!” called Tom, plunging up the stairs. “See what I’ve got.”
Betsey turned around and examined with interest a piece of gilt molding about six inches long that Tom held out.
“See, lay it on this side, and presto! it’s a sofa! You can have it.”
“O Tom, how kind of you! I’ll make a huckaback pillow for it,—pink and green. It will be too dear for anything!”