“It’s a good shape,” said Julia. “That bow window and those two little windows on that side give it great possibilities. We ought to have a cosy corner there.”
“That will cost five-and-twenty guineas,” said Maudie.
“Oh no; I mean a rigged-up cosy corner. We’ll take in Home Blither for a few weeks. We are sure to get an idea out of that.”
“I’ve never,” remarked Maudie, “seen anything about a cosy corner in Home Blither that did not combine a washstand with it. We don’t want a washstand, Julia.”
“No, not in this room—certainly not. I propose that we have a delicate French paper with bouquets of roses—perhaps a white satin stripe with bouquets of roses tied up with delicate blue or mauve ribbons. That will give us an interesting background to work upon.”
“Then for the curtains?” said Maudie.
“Well, for the curtains I should have—well, now, what should I have? Well, I’ll tell you. I should have chintz.”
“I shouldn’t; I should have cretonne. It will look warmer.”
“We don’t want to look warm; we want to look dainty. Or we might have lace curtains.”
“Yes, we might. And we might have those lovely dewdrops to hang in front of the window, but of course it looks into the garden, and it would be rather a pity to shut the garden out in any way.”