e in that, when I'm not at all afraid,
but if he does this wonderful thing for me I must do what he asks. Oh
mother, mother! Are you really coming to this beautiful place and to
rest at last?"

She sank to the window seat and lay trembling, but she bravely
restrained the tears. After a time she remembered the upstairs and went
to see the coverlets. She found a half dozen beautiful ones, and smiled
as she examined the stiffly conventionalized birds facing each other in
the border designs, and in one corner of each blanket she read, woven in
the cloth----

Peter and John
Hartman
Wooster
Ohio
1837

She took a blue and a green one, several fine skins from the fur box the
Harvester had told her about, and went downstairs. It required all her
strength to push the heavy tables before the fireplaces. She spread
papers on them to stand on, and tacked a skin above each mantel. She set
all of the candlesticks, except those she wanted to use, in the lower
part of an empty bookcase. A pair of black walnut she placed on the
living-room mantel, together with a big blue plate, a yellow one, and an
old brass candlestick. She admired the effect very much. She spread the
blue coverlet on the couch, and arranged the blue bowl and some books on
the table. Here and there she hung a skin across a chair back, or
spread it in a wide window seat. Having exhausted all her resources, she
returned to the dining-room, spread a skin before the hearth and in each
window seat, set a pink and green lustre plate on the mantel, and a pair
of oak candlesticks, and arranged the lustre tea set on the side table.
The pink coverlet she took for herself, and after resting a time she was
surprised on going back to the rooms to see how homelike they appeared.

At three o'clock she dressed and at almost four unlocked the screen,
called Belshazzar to her side, and slowly went down the drive to the
bridge. She had used the pink powder, put on a beautiful white dress,
carefully arranged her hair, and she wore the pearl ornament. Once her
fingers strayed to the pendant and she said softly, "I think both he and
mother would like me to wear it."

At the foot of the hill she stopped at a bench and sat in the shade
waiting. Belshazzar stretched beside her, and gazed at her with
questioning, friendly dog eyes. The Girl looked from Singing Water to
the lake, and up the hill to make sure it was real. She tried to quiet
her quiv