rains, and the plaster is all down in the kitchen, but the front bedroom is really very nice—if you don't mind having four kinds of carpet on the floor. This is a very safe neighbourhood, no tramps or anything like that, and if you're not an awfully timid person, perhaps you wouldn't mind staying alone at night."
"If you did," added Bettie, "probably one of us could sleep in the other room unless it happened to rain—it rains right down on the bed."
"Could I go upstairs to look at the room?" asked the young woman,
"There isn't any upstairs," said Bettie, pulling back a curtain, "the room's right here."
"Why! What a dear little room—all white and blue."
"I hope you don't mind having children around," said Marjory, somewhat anxiously. "You see, we'd have to play in the rest of the house."
