"
While Mrs. Peabody washed her dishes with more energy than usual
because she had a definite interest in the coming hours, Betty flew
to the shabby room that was titled by courtesy the parlor. She flung
up the windows and opened the blinds recklessly. She would take only
the plain wooden chair and the two rockers, she decided, for the
stuffed plush furniture would look ridiculous masquerading as summer
furnishings. The sturdy, square table would fit into her scheme, and
also the small rug before the blackened fireplace.
She dashed back to the kitchen and grabbed the broom. She did not
dare scrub the porch floor for fear that it would not dry in time,
but she swept it carefully and spread down the rug. Then one by one,
and making a separate trip each time, she carried out the table and
the chairs. With a passing sigh for the bouquet abandoned in the
field and probably withered by this time, she managed to get enough
flowers from the overgrown neglected garden near the house to fill
the really lovely colonial glass vase she had discovered that morning.
"It looks real pretty," pronounced Mrs. Peabody, when she was
brought out to see the transformed corner of the porch. "Looks as if
we used it regular every afternoon, doesn't it? Do you think it will
be all right not to ask him in, Betty?"
"Of course," said Betty stoutly.
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