For example, this morning dawns bright upon them, as she, in her tidy morning wrapper and trimly laced boots, comes stepping over the bales and boxes which are discharged on the verandah; while he, for joy of his new acquisition, can hardly let her walk on her own pretty feet, and is making every fond excuse to lift her over obstacles and carry her into her new dwelling in triumph.
Carpets are put down, the floors glow under the hands of obedient workmen, and now the furniture is being wheeled in.
“Put the piano in the bow-window,” says the lady.
“No, not in the bow-window,” says the gentleman.
“Why, my dear, of course it must go in the bow-window. How awkward it would look anywhere else! I have always seen pianos in bow-windows.”
“My love, certainly you would not think of spoiling that beautiful prospect from the bow-window by blocking it up with the piano. The proper place is just here, in the corner of the room. Now try it.”
“My dear, I think it looks dreadfully there; it spoils the appearance of the room.”
“Well, for my part, my love, I think the appearance of the room would be spoiled, if you filled up the bow-window. Think what a lovely place that would be to sit in!”
“Just as if we couldn’t sit there behind the piano, if we wanted to!” says the lady.
“But then, how much more ample and airy the room looks as you open the door, and see through the bow-window down that little glen, and that distant peep of the village-spire!”