Bess said she'd bet the whole room looked like her top bureau drawer.
"Well," I said, "I'll be so busy with it all when I get home, that I won't have a chance to get lonesome."
"What are you going to do first?" asked Bess.
"I'm going to go in and kind of get things into shape, and bunch 'em in some sort of order, and then I'm going to take down Christian Science and have a look at it,—and then I suppose I'll put it up on the shelf again."
"H-m," said Bess, "What have you got on the shelf under that label?"
"Just some small samples."
"That isn't a very good stock to judge by,—just a few samples that you have happened to pick up. It doesn't give you much to go on."
"No," I said, "That's why I will probably put it back on the shelf,—I haven't enough to form a fair opinion."
Bess thought for a minute. "Chet," she said, "you are going to waste a lot of time that way. You ought to have the real thing to examine. Why don't you get the text-book?"
It was my turn to think. I had some money
