“And I suppose,” said Jim, with a smile, “that when Hope isn’t wearing it, Jane can hang it up at her window.”
“I think you’ll have to do the shopping, Jim,” continued Mrs. Hazard. “They don’t take me seriously, I’m afraid. If I want a wash-board, they smile at me humoringly and sell me a nutmeg grater! And two or three things I meant to get, I forgot all about!”
“Did you get the blankets, Lady?” asked Jim anxiously.
“Oh, yes; and the toweling, and the mat for the front door. But I forgot bluing and soap and meat for supper.”
“Well, if we don’t rent some rooms we won’t be able to afford supper,” replied Jim grimly. “I don’t think Mr. Gordon has been treating us decently, Lady.”
“Oh, I’m sure he has done all he could, dear. I can’t doubt that after the nice way he talked.”
“Talk’s cheap,” growled Jim. “Why doesn’t he send some boys here to rent our rooms?”
“He will, I’m sure. You wait and see.”
“That woman over there has taken her sign down already.”