"Don't forget the windows," interrupted Roy.
"Never fear," I said.
"The windows were the loveliest I ever saw,—wide, and deep, and low, and cushioned with red morseen."
"And your grandmother always sat at the south window, knitting, and reading out of the Bible or the Pilgrim's Progress," said Fred.
"And she had a bag of red-and-white sugar-plums, to give you when you were good," continued Roy.
"That is all true," I observed. "What comes next?"
"Why, the chrysanthemum-window, of course," said both boys in a chorus.