"Why couldn't you?"
The girl leaned forward with a look of real interest in her face.
"Do you think we might?" she asked eagerly.
"I don't see why not. The books might be shifted to the other room. This might be re—well, re-arranged, and I'm sure it would make a charming dining-room."
"But that ugly old glass extension back there!" protested Nan in disgust. "Who wants to look at a lot of old trunks and broken-up things when one is eating? If we could only pull it down."
Miss Blake considered a moment.
"Why not take all the old trunks and broken-up things out entirely and make a conservatory of it. It faces the south. Plants would grow beautifully there."
Nan clapped her hands. "Why, that's perfectly splendiferous," she cried. "I never should have thought of it. I say, Miss Blake, let's do it right away, will you? I love flowers."
"Would you take care of them?" demanded the governess with a thoughtful look.
"Uh-huh!" nodded Nan, heartily. "I guess I would!"