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Название: Mildred Keith - Complete 7 Book Collection

Автор: Finley Martha

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СКАЧАТЬ before her the home they had left with its large garden carpeted with green grass, adorned with shrubbery and filled with the bloom of summer flowers.

      The June roses must be out now and the woodbine—the air sweet with their delicious perfume—and they who had planted and tended them, so far away in this desolate looking spot.

      "Not a tree, a shrub, a flower or a blade of grass!" she went on, sighing as she spoke.

      "Never mind, we'll have lots of them next year, if I plant every one myself," said Rupert.

      The last load of their household goods had just been brought up from the river, the men were carrying in the heavy boxes and setting them down upon the floor of the front room. The door stood wide open and they all walked in.

      "Not a bit of a hall!" exclaimed Mildred, "not a cupboard or closet; nothing but four bare walls and two windows each side of the front door."

      "Yes, the floor and ceilings," corrected Rupert.

      "And another door on the other side," said Ada, running and opening it.

      "Not a mantelpiece to set anything on, nor any chimney at all! How on earth are we going to keep warm in the winter time?" Mildred went on, ignoring the remarks of her younger brother and sister.

      "With a stove, Miss; pipes run up through the floor into the room above; there's a flue there," said one of the men, wiping the perspiration from his forehead with the sleeve of his checked shirt.

      Mr. Keith stopped to settle with the men for their work, and the others walked on into the next room.

      It was as bare and more dreary than the first; somewhat larger, but had only one window, that and an outside door, opening directly upon the side street.

      Back of the two rooms and in a line with them, was the kitchen; smaller than either of the other rooms, but provided with a chimney and fireplace; also a small, dark closet under a flight of steep and crooked stairs which led from it to the story above.

      This, as they found on climbing up to it, consisted of two rooms, the first extending over kitchen and sitting-room, the other over the front room and of exactly the same size.

      The stairs led directly into the first room and it must be passed through to reach the second; therefore had not the recommendation of privacy.

      "What a house!" grumbled the children; "how'll we ever live in it? Such a few rooms and not a bit nice."

      Mrs. Keith stood in the middle of that large, barn-like upper room, saying never a word, but her heart sinking lower and lower as she glanced from side to side taking in the whole situation.

      Aunt Wealthy saw it and came to the rescue. "Never mind, dearie; it will look very different when we have unpacked and arranged your furniture. With the help of curtains several rooms can be made out of this, and we'll do nicely."

      "Yes, no doubt we shall, auntie," Mrs. Keith answered with determined cheerfulness. "That front room shall be yours—"

      "No, no! you and Stuart must take that—"

      "I'm quite set on having my own way in this," interrupted the younger lady in her turn. "It is the best room, and you must take it. Don't hesitate or object, for I should be afraid to have my little ones in there with that outside door opening on to nothing," she concluded, with a laugh.

      "Well, wife, what do you think?" asked Mr. Keith, coming up the stairs.

      "That we can be very happy here if we make up our minds to be content with our lot."

      "That is like you, Marcia; always ready to make the best of everything," he said, with a pleased look.

      "I think it's a dreadful place!" exclaimed Mildred, "like a great barn; and so dirty! plaster all over the floor and spattered on the windows too."

      "I hope it can be cleaned," her father said, laughing at her rueful face. "Mrs. Prior can probably tell us where to find a woman to do it."

      A little more time was spent in discussing plans for the arrangement of the inside of the dwelling; then they stepped into the side-yard and viewed it from the out.

      A great dead wall of rough weather boarding broken by one window only and that in the second story, was what met their view as they looked up; down below, first a heap of sand, beyond that a wilderness of weeds and brushwood.

      "I'm dumb with despair!" cried Mildred, folding her hands with a tragical air.

      "Can dumb folks talk?" asked Cyril.

      "As ugly as mud this side," remarked Zillah, turning up her nose scornfully as she scanned the unsightly wall.

      "We'll cover it with vines," said Aunt Wealthy.

      "And I'll clear the yard and sod it," added Rupert, seizing a great mullein stalk and pulling it up by the roots as he spoke. "Twon't be nearly so hard as the clearing the early pioneers of Ohio had to do, our grandfathers among the rest."

      "That's the right way to look at it, my boy," responded Mr. Keith, heartily. "Come now, we'll lock up the house and go back to our hotel for the night."

      "There's a log house nearly opposite," remarked Rupert, when they were in the street again, "and the next is a real shabby one-and-a-half-story frame with a blacksmith shop attached. We haven't the worst place in town after all. Ho! look at the sign, 'G. Lightcap;' what a name! 'specially for a blacksmith."

      Mrs. Prior joined her guests in the parlor after the younger portion had gone to bed.

      "Well, how did you like the house?" she asked.

      "I hope we shall be able to make ourselves comfortable there," Mr. Keith answered, in a cheerful tone.

      "You can get possession right away, I s'pose."

      "Yes; and want to move in as quickly as possible, but must have some cleaning done first."

      Mrs. Prior recommended a woman for that without waiting to be asked, and offered to "send round" at once and see if she could be engaged for the next day.

      The offer was accepted with thanks and the messenger brought back word that Mrs. Rood would be at the house by six o'clock in the morning.

      "But," suggested Aunt Wealthy in dismay, "she'll want hot water, soap, cloths, scrubbing brushes!"

      "I'll lend a big iron kettle to heat the water," said the landlady; "a fire can be made in that kitchen fireplace, you know, or out doors, with the brush wood."

      "And brushes and soap can be had at the stores, I presume," suggested Mr. Keith.

      "Yes; and if they ain't open in time, I'll lend mine for her to start on."

      "Thank you very much," said Mrs. Keith. "But, Stuart, we may as well unpack our own; I can tell you just which box to open."

      "What a woman you are for doing things systematically, Marcia," he said, admiringly. "Yours is the best plan, I think. Can we be up in season to be on hand there at half-past five, think you?"

      "We can try," she answered brightly, "Mrs. Prior, where is your СКАЧАТЬ