nterested at once, "Is it? How beautiful and bright it is.
Did you do that, Lucy?"

Lucy nodded. "I love polishing up a stove," she said with a smile,
"it repays you so for the trouble you take. Don't you think so?"

"Yes, I used to spend hours over mine, but I don't seem to have the
strength now. Mona does very well though. Where's Peter? Out fishing?"

"No, he's upstairs putting up your bed. He has nearly done. Mona's is up
already. You've got a sweet little room, Mona. You'll love it, I know."

Mona ran upstairs at once to inspect. She was bubbling over with
excitement and happiness. Her room was, she knew, at the back of the
house, so she went to it straight. It was in a great muddle, of course,
but the bed was in place, and the chest of drawers. The walls had been
newly papered, the paper had little bunches of field daisies all over it,
white and red-tipped, each bunch was tied with a blade of green grass.
Mona thought it perfectly exquisite, but it was the window which took her
fancy captive. It was a lattice window, cut deep in the wall, and before
it was a seat wide enough for Mona to sit in--and beyond the window was
the sea!

"I'll be able to sit there, and read, and sew, and watch the boats going
by," she thought delightedly, "and I'll have little muslin curtains tied
back with ribbons, and a flounce of muslin across the top. Oh, I shall
love it up here! I shall never want to go out. It's nicer even than my
room at father's, and ever so much nicer than the 'Hillside' one!"

A sound of hammering and banging came from the other side of the tiny
landing.

"That must be father, putting up granny's bed," she hurried out, and
across to him. He had just finished, and was pushing the bed into place.
Two great bundles tied up in sheets filled up most of the rest of the
floor. One held Granny Barnes' feather-tie, the other her pillow-cases,
sheets and blankets.

"I do hope your grandmother'll be well and comfortable here," he said
anxiously, "and happy. If it rests with us to make her so, she shall be.
Mona, you'd better make up her bed soon. Don't leave it for her to do
herself. She'll most likely be glad to go to bed early to-night, she must
be tired. There's no moving round the room, either, with those great
bundles there. I'll lift the feather-tie on to the bed for you."

"All right--in a minute, father."

Granny's bedroom window looked out on the hill. Further up the hill, on
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