e box--the cover has
gone already but we don't need it."

Quiet reigned for a few minutes while they all worked briskly.

"Now I'm ready to put this superb article together," announced Roger.
"How high from the ground does the seat go?"

"Nail your cleats across with their top edges fifteen inches from the
ground and nail the bottom of the box on to the cleats. See how these
two-sided legs protect the edges of the box as well as make it decent
looking?"

"So they do," admitted Roger. "They aren't so bad after all."

"I think those sides are going to be too high," decided Dorothy after
examining the chair carefully and sitting down in it. "Don't you think
it pushes your elbows up too high?"

Roger tried it and thought it did.

"Suppose you saw those sides down about five inches."

Roger obeyed and Dorothy tried the chair again and pronounced it much
improved.

"It's comfy enough now, but these arms don't look very well, and they'd
be liable to tear your sleeves," she said. "Let's put on some strip
covers. They'll give a finish to the whole thing, and hide the end of
the two-sided legs and be smooth."

"Plenty of reason for having them. How many inches?"

"Twelve," answered Dorothy after measuring. "The top of the back needs
a strip cover, too. Cut another nineteen inches long. There, _I_
think that's not such a bad looking chair!'"

"Do you want cushions for those chairs?" inquired Ethel Brown,
appearing at the door with a piece of cretonne in her hand. "We've got
material enough for at least seat cushions for both of them."

"They'll be lots more comfy," admitted James, "if the excelsior crop is
still holding out."

"It is. I'll make them right off, and Ethel Blue can help you out
there."

She retired from view and sent out her cousin, and until the sun set
the two boys and Dorothy and Ethel measured and sawed and nailed, with
results that satisfied them so well that they did not mind being tired.

CHAPTER VII

TROUBLE AT ROSE HOUSE

"If it weren't that I could come out here and see you every day or so I
should be wild to get back to work in Oklahoma."

Edward Watkins was the speaker. He and Miss Merriam were walking
through a wooded path that ran from Rosemont to Rose House. The day
was warm and the shade of the trees was grateful.

"How is your patient?" asked Gertrude.

"Getting on very well, but the doctors won't let him travel yet."

"Have you heard lately from your d