We didn"t waste any time, I a.s.sure you. We couldn"t paint her floor then, but Jack stained it around the edges where it wouldn"t have to be walked on, and the gra.s.s rug covered the rest. We burned the made-over rags. It did our hearts good to see them crisp and turn to ashes.
Into the attic went the ugly old things, and across the hall came the pretty new ones,--curtains, dressing-table, chairs, every single dainty belonging, even the drapery from our book-shelves. Teddy Ward came in and helped carry things, and Jack worked like a beaver. He didn"t need any urging, either. If ever a boy"s face shone like a full moon, Jack"s did that happy day, though he stopped at least a dozen times to hug his sisters. "What a beast I was to think you could be as selfish as all that!"
he exclaimed once, "I ought to have known better!"
"But we were just that selfish, Jacky," we told him. We didn"t mean to sail under false colors. "We"d never have thought, if it hadn"t been for you."
"Yes, you would. The first jolt would have waked you up. Lend a hand here, Meta!"
It was done at last, all cozy and fresh. Rose stopped in the door. "It looks like mother," she said, and her voice was husky. "It"s pure and sweet like her!"
"The other one looks pretty forlorn, girls. What are you going to do about it?" Jack had a hand on our shoulders as he spoke, and we felt his sympathy.
"Do?" we chirped up as brisk as millionaires. "Why, furnish it, of course."
"We have one bed to start on," Rose reminded him. "That"s a big help, and the floor and woodwork are still painted. How are we to do it? Lessons, to be sure. Cowans and scales!"
"Thought you wanted to quit." Our brother looked troubled, for all his satisfaction.
"My son, we have changed our minds. Our most ardent desire now is to keep on," I told him. Rose smiled drolly. "I am seriously considering refurnishing the entire domicile," she remarked. "The Cowans are good for the next twenty years, judging from their present attainments, and it"s fine practise for me!"
We didn"t give mother a hint till after supper. It was hard to wait, but we made ourselves do it so everything would come about quite naturally. She took her bonnet and wrap up to put them away, and we three tagged, as softly as if we had pads on our feet, like cats. She opened her door and gave one bewildered glance, then she turned and saw us. "It"s yours, Lovey, every bit!" we told her.
"Darlings, I couldn"t!" she said. "Your hard work--your dear new treasures!
I couldn"t permit such a sacrifice, my darlings!" We just would not cry, though the lumps in our throats made our voices sound as if they belonged to some other family.
"They aren"t _our_ new treasures, they"re _yours_."
"Who has been making sacrifices all our lives?"
"We love you so--you couldn"t hurt us by refusing, Lovey!"
"There is no question of refusing." Rose spoke with great emphasis. "This room is hers, once for all, and there is no more to be said about it."
We tucked her into her pretty white bed that night, and we kissed the dear face on the ruffled pillow. Jack came in for his good night, too, and we all stood looking down at her, so happy we couldn"t talk. She lifted her arms--those arms that had worked so hard for us--and gathered the three of us to her at once. "My darlings!" was all she said, and we crept out softly, knowing we had received her benediction.
Yes, we are getting our second collection of furniture into shape slowly but surely. But we have learned that there are more precious things to be had in homes than beds and chairs, or even green gra.s.s rugs. We have them--the precious things--so, now that mother"s room is accomplished, we can wait very happily for the beds and chairs--Rose, and Jack, and I.--_Elisabeth Price, in St. Nicholas, copyrighted by the Century Company, 1913_.
"The tender words unspoken, The letters never sent, The long-forgotten messages, The wealth of love unspent,-- For these some hearts are breaking, For these some loved ones wait; Show them that you care for them Before it is too late."