d it isn't there either.
I don't know of a Rufus in all sacred history. And there aren't many
in profane."

"Somebody was the 'father of Alexander and Rufus'; and there's a Rufus
'saluted' at the end of an epistle."

"Ruth is sure to catch one, if one's out in Scripture. But that isn't
history; that's mere mention."

"We can ask the girls to come 'over' now, instead of 'down,'"
suggested Rosamond, complacently.

Barbara smiled.

"And we can tell _the girl_ to come 'over,' instead of 'up,' when
she's to fetch us home from a tea-drinking That will be one of the
'handy' things."

"Girl! we shall have a man, if we have a garden." This was between
the two.

"Mayhap," said Barbara. "And perlikely a wheel-barrow."

"We shall all have to remember that it will only be living there
instead of here," said father, cautiously, putting up an umbrella
under the rain of suggestion.

The umbrella settled the question of the weather, however. There was
no doubt about it after that. Mother calculated measurements, and it
was found out, between her and the girls, that the six muslin curtains
in our double town parlor would be lovely for the six windows in the
square Beaman best room. Also that the parlor carpet would make over,
and leave pieces for rugs for some of our delightful stained floors.
The little tables, and the two or three brackets, and the few
pictures, and other art-ornaments, that only "strinkled," Barbara
said, in two rooms, would be charmingly "crowsy" in one. And up stairs
there would be such nice space for cushioning and flouncing, and
making upholstery out of nothing, that you couldn't do here, because
in these spyglass houses the sleeping-rooms were all bedstead, and
fireplace, and closet doors.

They were left to their uninterrupted feminine speculations, for Mr.
Holabird had put on his hat and coat again, and gone off west over to
see his father; and Stephen had "piled" out into the kitchen, to
communicate his delight to Winifred, with whom he was on terms of a
kind of odd-glove intimacy, neither of them having in the house any
precisely matched companionship.

This ought to have been foreseen, and an embargo put on; for it led
to trouble. By the time the green holland shades were apportioned to
their new places, and an approximate estimate reached of the whole
number of windows to be provided, Winny had made up her gregarious
mind that she could not give up her town connection, and go out to
live in