"Who's comin', Miss 'Lizabeth?" said Clam as she met her young lady coming out of the kitchen.
"I don't know — possibly Mrs. Haye. I wish all things to be in readiness for her."
"Where'll she sleep, Miss 'Lizabeth," said Clam with opening eyes.
"Here."
"Will she have this for her bedroom? — And what'll you do,
Miss 'Lizabeth?"
"If she comes, we will eat in the kitchen." And with the thought the young lady stepped back.
"I forgot — Karen, do you think the wagon will hold no more? Anderese must get a large one. I want a few neat chairs — plain ones — cane-bottomed, or rush-bottomed will do; I want them for this room; for if this lady comes we shall have to take this for our eating-room. I don't want a table; we can make this do; — or we can take the one I use now; but we want the chairs."
"Well, Miss Lizzie, you'll have to have 'em — we'll manage to pile 'em on someways."
And Miss Haye withdrew.
"Ain't this a start now?" said Clam after she had rubbed her knives in silence for several minutes. "Didn't I tell you so?"