“Right sides go together.”
“Why? Does one side of a sheet feel any different from another?”
“It does to her. Anyway there’s a reason, it’s the right way. I never asked her why.”
“I will then. I want to know all about it.”
They finished up the two rooms and Max proposed to “do” Mrs. Schmitz’s as well.
“No. Here’s where we stop. I don’t go into her room any more than if it was in another house.”
Max stared at him a second and nodded comprehendingly, when they went down and out into the sunshine.
“How strange to see the grass green and the trees budding in January.”
“Strange? Then you come from the East. It seems queer to me not to see flowers everywhere; and it’s awfully cold up here.”