“If it will make you any happier,” continued Jack, giving her one of his grave, sweet smiles, “we’ll place higher education among our day dreams.”
“If you folks ain’t hungry, we are!” announced Priscilla, opening the door behind them so suddenly that both jumped.
“You see?” laughed Jack, as he pulled Desiré up from the low step.
“I’ve just had a wonderful inspiration though,” she whispered as they entered the hall.
CHAPTER II
DESIRÉ’S INSPIRATIONS
It was a quaint old room in which they settled down after supper had been eaten and the children put to bed. The woodwork was painted a deep blue, known as Acadian blue, and the floor was bare except for a couple of oval braided rugs in which the same color predominated. In the center of the room stood a hutch table, one that can be changed to a chest by reversing its hinged top. Around it were half a dozen high-backed chairs, their seats made of strips of deerskin woven in and out like the paper mats made in kindergartens. A spinning wheel stood beside the fireplace, before which sat Jack and Desiré, with no other light except that of the dancing flames.
“Now Dissy,” said the boy, laying his hand affectionately over hers, “let’s have the inspiration.”
“It’s this: that we stay on here as tenants. Nicolas can’t live in this house and his own too!”
“But one trouble with that plan is that Nicolas wants to sell the property and get his money out.”
“Who’d buy it? Nobody ever moves into or out of this town.”