“Did you hear me say that Theodosia is coming next month?”
“Yes. How long is she to stay?”
“For all winter. She’s to study music, you remember?”
“For all winter!” He sat up straight with the emphasis of his words. “Why, where will you put her?”
“Oh, I’ll manage that. But I do wish we had a larger house; this is maddening sometimes.”
“Perhaps we’ll be able to build some day.”
“Oh, if we could really have our own house!”
She paused, her imagination leaping forward to that future which is the summit of good to suburban dwellers, when the contracted space of a rented house can be changed for a roomy one honeycombed with impossible closets and lined with hard-wood floors throughout.
“I know exactly how I should furnish it; I saw the loveliest things to-day in town.”
Already the thought of brass and mahogany and Oriental rugs, rich in texture and delicious in coloring, filled her mind.