“Of course,” answered her brother. “It’s as plain as the nose on your face.”
“My nose isn’t plain,” was the retort. “It’s a real Hazard nose, just like yours and Lady’s.”
“Sort of a jimmy nose,” laughed the boy. “Sis, if you keep on coining words, you’ll have to publish a vocabulary or no one will be able to understand you. What was it you called the back room upstairs yesterday?”
“Snudgy,” replied Hope Hazard gravely. “And that’s just what it is; small and hot and—and snudgy! It’s the snudgiest room I ever saw, Jim.”
“Well, don’t let Jane hear you call it snudgy. She might leave. But, say, that’s a pretty good-looking sign, isn’t it? I don’t believe any one could tell it was home-made, eh?”
“N-no, not unless they looked real close. I guess that Y is a little bit wipsy, though, Jim.”
Jim Hazard frowned intently for a moment at the letter in question. “Well, maybe it is kind of out of plumb with the others,” he acknowledged. “Just the same, I think I’m a pretty good sign painter, sis. Now what’s to do?”
“Curtains in the front room upstairs; the rented one,” replied Hope promptly.
“Oh, hang the curtains!” grumbled Jim.
“That’s what I meant,” laughed Hope. “Never mind, they’re the last ones. And we really must get them up because our star boarder may come any moment.”