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fireplace to put yours in, and I can't tell you how I'd love and care
for them."

"I'll jest do it!" said Granny Moreland. "I got about as many blue ones
as Marthy had an' mine are purtier than hers. And my lustre is brighter,
for I didn't use it so much. Is this the kitchen? Well if I ever saw
sech a cool, white place to cook in before! Ain't David the beatenest
hand to think up things? He got the start of that takin' keer of his
ma all his life. He sort of learned what a woman uses, and how it's
handiest. Not that other men don't know; it's jest that they are too
mortal selfish and keerless to fix things. Well this is great! Now when
you bile cabbage and the wash, always open your winders wide and let the
steam out, so it won't spile your walls."

"I'll be very careful," promised the Girl. "Now come see my bathroom,
closet and bedroom."

"Well as I live! Ain't this fine. I'll bet a purty that if I'd 'a' had
a room and a trough like this to soak in when I was wore to a frazzle, I
wouldn't 'a' got all twisted up with rheumatiz like I am. It jest looks
restful to see. I never washed in a place like this in all my days. Must
feel grand to be wet all over at once! Now everybody ought to have sech
a room and use it at all hours, like David does the lake. Did you ever
see his beat to go swimmin'? He's always in splashin'! Been at it all
his life. I used to be skeered when he was a little tyke. He soaked so
much 'peared like he'd wash all the substance out of him, but it only
made him strong."

"Has he ever been ill?"

"Not that I know of, and I reckon I'd knowed it if he had. Well what a
clothespress! I never saw so many dresses at once. Ain't they purty? Oh
I wish I was young, and could have one like that yaller. And I'd like to
have one like your lavender right now. My! You are lucky to have so many
nice clothes. It's a good thing most girls haven't got them, or they'd
stand primpin' all day tryin' to decide which one to put on. I don't see
how you tell yourself."

"I wear the one that best hides how pale I am," answered the Girl. "I
use the colours now. When I grow plump and rosy, I'll wear the white."

Granny Moreland dropped on the couch and assured herself that it was
Martha's pink Peter Hartman. Then she examined the sunshine room.

"Well I got to go back to the start," she said at last. "This beats the
dinin'-room. This is the purtiest thing I ever saw. Oh I do hope they
ain't so run to white in Heaven as