“I think it would make me a better cook to have a nice clean kitchen,” said Mrs. Duwell, smiling.
“You couldn’t be a better cook, mother!” Wallace said, eyeing the good meal which was ready to be put on the dining table.
“That is what we all think, Wallace,” said his father; “and we think, too, that such a good cook deserves a better kitchen. So on Monday I will ask the painter to see about doing the walls and woodwork.”
III. The New Kitchen
When the men had finished their work the kitchen was so changed that it scarcely knew itself, as Wallace said.
Instead of dim walls and dull-gray paint, everything was white and blue. A shining white sink with two bright nickel spigots was standing proudly in one corner of the room.
Mrs. Duwell had just finished hanging a white dotted muslin curtain at the window over the sink when Ruth entered.
“Oh, mother, doesn’t that look lovely!” she exclaimed.
“I thought such a bright clean kitchen deserved a clean new curtain,” said her mother.