This time she stood hesitating and laughed softly.
"I really don't know which I want to wear, so guess my feelings are all hopelessly mixed."
Her hand finally reached out for the blue, and with the soft color wrapped about her pretty girlishness, she lay down to sleep.
Let us take a peep around this room. Everything Venna did or had was characteristic of her, and her own cosy room was no exception.
It was oblong in shape, with an open fireplace at one end and her carved mahogany bed at the other.
Along one wall, between two windows, stood her mahogany dresser and dressing table. On the other side, with a door at one end, stood first a mahogany book-case, then a mahogany work table covered with sewing bag and magazines, and next to this a large Victrola, ready to give its series of concerts. In the centre of the room was another mahogany table, covered with more books.
The wall paper was a subdued buff, and a dark oriental rug covered the floor. The window draperies were of cream lace, lambriquined with the palest blue silk.
A few choice pictures with uniform frames of black and gold gave the finishing touch to a room more suited to a library than a boudoir.
Venna's aunt often suggested a change of furnishings.
"White maple or anything more girlish would be better," she said.