"Get to work! Get to work!" shouted Bet. "Here help me with this table, Phil."
They lifted the heavy library table that the Colonel had given them from one corner of the room to the other. At the fifth move, Bet was satisfied but that brought it back to exactly the spot where she had started.
"Why don't you two go into the moving business? Bet has a talent in that direction," teased Bob.
"Now I'm just too happy today to get angry at you for anything, Bob, so you might as well give up. I'm having the time of my life!"
And Bet looked happy as she arranged the large easy chairs about the room, while Shirley got out the portfolios of prints for the table.
"There now, the work's all done, isn't it?" asked Phil.
"Why the idea!" laughed Bet. "There are millions of things to do yet."
"It will take weeks to have things the way we want it," agreed Kit.
The girls now got out needles and some orange silk and started on the fancy shade for the lights. A floor lamp was to give the main lighting for the room and a number of wall brackets would add to the artistic effect.
"It's kind of you to say that there is nothing else we can do," laughed Phil with a deep bow.