“No, we don’t often use steel construction for small houses, but this house is going to be more fireproof than most small houses even if it does have wooden beams. You watch it as it goes on and notice all the points that make for fireproofness. It will interest you,” Mr. Anderson promised as he walked away.
The girls all washed their hands as well as they could with the hose with which the workmen watered the concrete mixture, but they had nothing to dry them on and they walked down the road holding them before them and waving them in the breeze.
“Mother will think we are crazy if she happens to be looking out of the window,” said Dorothy.
“My aunt sent you a message, Dorothy,” said Margaret.
“What aunt? I didn’t know you had an aunt,” replied Dorothy.
“She seems like a new aunt to us; James and I haven’t seen her since we were little bits of things.”
“Where does she live?” asked Ethel Blue.
“In Washington. She’s an interior decorator and she’s awfully busy, so when she has had to come on to New York to buy materials or to see people she has never had a chance to stay with us.”
“Is she going to make a visit this time?” inquired Ethel Brown.
“She has come for a long visit now. She has a commission to decorate a house in Englewood. It’s going to take her several weeks, and then she wants to rest and do some studying and to make the rounds of the decorators in the city, so it will be several months before she goes back again.”