“Why, I'm just thinkin' where in Sam Hill's the bed an' stuff for the back bedroom.”
“There isn't any,” Saxon explained. “We didn't order any.”
“Then I'll see about it to-morrow.”
“What d'ye want another bed for?” asked Bert. “Ain't one bed enough for the two of you?”
“You shut up, Bert!” Mary cried. “Don't get raw.”
“Whoa, Mary!” Bert grinned. “Back up. You're in the wrong stall as usual.”
“We don't need that room,” Saxon was saying to Billy. “And so I didn't plan any furniture. That money went to buy better carpets and a better stove.”
Billy came over to her, lifted her from the chair, and seated himself with her on his knees.
“That's right, little girl. I'm glad you did. The best for us every time. And to-morrow night I want you to run up with me to Salinger's an' pick out a good bedroom set an' carpet for that room. And it must be good. Nothin' snide.”
“It will cost fifty dollars,” she objected.