"Why, we'll go around to the cabins and coax or bully the people to let us make windows in their homes—big, fine windows with glass that slides easy, up and down or sideways as one may prefer. I want it done before winter sets in."
"They-all will think us all-around cracked!"
"Let's try! Windows for sale! we'll cry. It will be mighty jolly."
So they had set forth with the result that by August Tod Greeley remarked to Marcia Lowe that he was "dog-dickered if the cabins didn't look like showcases surrounded by clapboards!"
When Cynthia reached the Morley cabin that rare September day she paused to look upon the splendour, and was thrilled anew at the changes and improvements. To the southwest end of the cabin three new rooms had been added. Two bed-chambers and a cosy sitting-room.
"For that Company up North when it comes down!" Sandy explained.
"It must be a mighty upperty Company!" Cynthia replied, looking in awe at the furniture which had been sent from some magic workshop.
"It is!" Sandy assented—viewing solemnly the enamelled bedstead, the cheap chairs and plain bureau.
"And real carpets on the floors!"
"Yes. The Company has tender feet."