“Neither do I, for when the blinds come you’ll find they will be ever so much dearer than we bargained for. Shall we stand this tall bamboo thing for plants here?”
“Yes—just in front of where the reed and bead curtain is to go. Well, then, since we haven’t a window seat,” Julia went on, “we must put one of the big wicker chairs there.”
“But who’s going to sit there alone?”
“Oh, we can put a small occasional chair beside it. The man can sit on that.”
“And a table?”
“Yes—oh yes, I should put a table for their tea-cups. Well, then, when the piano comes—and by-the-bye don’t forget we have to go up to-day and choose it—when the piano comes, what do you say to standing it out here?”
“It would not look bad.”
“And this wicker chair like that—a little table there—”
“Oh, it will be exquisite! There won’t be another room in the Park like it.”
“And there are all these things, Julia,” said Maudie, looking down upon a great dust-sheet on which were spread the rest of their many purchases. “I don’t know where we shall put everything. All these little knick-knacks and odds and ends, they are awfully quaint and funny and pretty, but I’m sure I don’t know what we are to do with them. Here, you have got the eye; you must say just where they are to go.”