And then the voices were quiet and the whole house was still.
XI.
GRANDMOTHER.
"Even trouble may be made a little sweet"—Mrs. Platt.
"Here she is, grandmarm!" called out the Captain. "Run right in, Midget."
His wife was marm and his mother grandmarm.
Marjorie ran in at the kitchen door and greeted the two occupants of the roomy kitchen. Captain Rheid had planned his house and was determined he said that the "women folks" should have room enough to move around in and be comfortable; he believed in having the "galley" as good a place to live in as the "cabin."
It was a handsome kitchen, with several windows, a fine stove, a well-arranged sink, a large cupboard, a long white pine table, three broad shelves displaying rows of shining tinware, a high mantel with three brass candlesticks at one end, and a small stone jar of fall flowers at the other, the yellow floor of narrow boards was glowing with its Saturday afternoon mopping, and the general air of freshness and cleanliness was as refreshing as the breath of the sea, or the odor of the fields.
Marm and grandmarm liked it better.
"Deary me!" ejaculated grandma, "it's an age since you were here."