"Here are we sitting down and doing nothing to attract the money out of their pockets and they are hunting for a place to spend it!" she had exclaimed.
The house was arranged like the Emerson farmhouse, with a wide hall dividing it, two rooms on each side. Miss Foster began by putting out a rustic sign which her brother made for her.
MOTOR INN
TEA and SANDWICHES
LUNCHEON DINNER
it read. The entrance was attractive with well-kept grass and pretty flowers. Miss Foster took a survey of it from the road and thought she would like to go inside herself if she happened to be passing.
They decided to keep the room just in front of the kitchen for the family, but the room across the hall they fitted with small tables of which they had enough around the house. The back room they reserved for a rest room for the ladies, and provided it with a couch and a dressing table always kept fully, equipped with brushes, pins and hairpins.
"If we build up a real business we can set tables here in the hall," Miss Foster suggested.
"Why not on the veranda at the side?" her mother asked.
"That's better still. We might put a few out there to indicate that people can have their tea there if they want to, and then let them take their choice in fair weather."