“There, that looks awfully nice and cosy behind the couch,” said Julia, eyeing with much satisfaction the three-fold screen, which was of a vivid scarlet embroidered in garish colors. “At least it will do when the couch gets its pretty new frock on.”
“And what are you going to do with this?” asked Maudie, holding up a mass of bright-colored beads and string depending from a lath.
“I thought we would hang it over that window.”
“But you want them over all the windows.”
“Well, do you know I really don’t know what we did have that for. Look here, we’ve gone on the conventional line in this room, let’s start and have something that’s not at all conventional. We’ll hang it on one side of the bay window—yes, just up there.”
“Well, we can’t fix it up ourselves. We’ll have to get one of Broxby’s men to come in.”
“It will look awfully well,” said Julia, “and it will screen off that part of the room. Maudie,” she went on, breaking off sharp as a new idea struck her, “what on earth were we thinking of? We ought to have had a window seat.”
“That would have been a good idea—I wonder we never thought of it,” Maudie cried.
“Well, we can’t now,” said Julia in a very matter-of-fact tone, “because we haven’t any money left. As it is, I don’t believe thirty pounds will cover all we spent yesterday.”