"See what a pretty room Dorothy has got ready for you," said I,—"a chest of drawers in it, too; and there's a little closet. I am sure you will like your room."
"No, you ain't sure neither," she replied. "Nobody can't tell till they've tried. Likely yourn has got a carpet all over it. Hain't it, now?"
"It has a straw matting," I answered.
"And it's bigger'n this, I'll bet Ain't it, now?"
"It is larger; but Louise and I have it together," said I.
"Yes, I've heard tell about her," said Rhoda. "Well, you see you and her ain't town-poor. If you was town-poor you'd have to put up with everything,—little room, and straw bed, and old clothes, and everything. I expect I'll have to take your old gowns; hain't you got any? Say, now."
"Yes," I said, "but I wear them myself. Surely, that you have on is not old."
"Well, that's because I picked berries enough to buy it with. My bundle there's all old duds, though. It takes me half my time to patch 'em. You'd pitch 'em into the rag-bag. Wouldn't you, now?"
"I have not seen them, you know," I replied.
"More you hain't, nor you ain't agoing to. I hate folks peeking over my things."