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Show ,s Glib "!Rose nntl St!11er Ubrcc e•, empty rooms. '' I 'm glad there are no carpets, except on the stairs," said Rose, "for rugs are much easier to clean. It resolves itself simply into three C's-coal, curtains, and cleaning. It won't take long, if we can get enough people to work at it." It was almost dusk when they went downstairs, but the cold slanting sunbeams of a Winter afternoon came through the grimy windows and illumined the gloomy depths of the open fireplace in the hall. Motes danced in the beam, and the house somehow seemed less despairing, less alone. A portrait of Colonel Kent, in uniform, hung above the great mantel. Rose smiled at it with comprehension, but the painted lips did not answer, nor the unseeing eyes swerve from their steady searching of Beyond. "How was it?" asked Madame, when they reached home. "Dirty and bad ? " "Rather soiled," admitted Rose. "And colder than Greenland," Isabel continued, warming her hands at the open fire. "We 'II soon change all that," Madame said. "I 've ordered coal and engaged people to do the cleaning since you 've been gone, and I have my eye upon two permanent retainers, provided their references are satisfactory." "I 've measured for all the curtains," Rose went on. "Shall we make them or buy them?" 'I!Ulelcome 1bome "We'll make them. If we have help enough we can get them done in time." The following day a small army, with Rose at the head of it, took possession of the house. Every night she came home exhausted, not from actual toil, but from the effort to instil the pride of good service into unwilling workers who seemed to rejoice in ignorance. "I 'm tired," Rose remarked, one night. "I've cerebrated all day for seven bodies besides my own and I find it wearing." "I don't wonder," answered Madame. "I'll go over to-morrow and let you rest." "Indeed you won't," declared Rose, with emphasis. "I 've begun it and I 'm going to finish it unless the Seven Weary Workers fail me absolutely." At last the task was completed, and even Rose could find no speck of dust in the entire establishment. The house was fresh with the smell of soap-suds and floor wax and so warm that several windows had to be kept open. The cablegram had come while the curtains were being made, but everything was ready two days before the wayfarers could possibly reach home. On the appointed day, Rose and Isabel were almost as excited as Madame Bernard herself. She had chosen to go over alone to greet the Colonel and his son. They were expected to arrive about four in the afternoon. '9 |
