mower. I want the house to make a good impression on Evelyn.
And she went in and sat before samples of red cabbage roses, imitation tapestry, birds of paradise, flapped over by Mr. Holmquist.
"Wait—that last one was pretty—those sea gulls."
"That's for bathrooms only."
"Oh! No—no—yes, I know, they're very nice, only not just exactly what I was thinking of."
"If you could sort of tell me what you were thinking of, Mrs. Green?"
"Well, I really haven't the least idea."
"Here's one in excellent taste." He displayed oatmeal paper, dull as dishwater.
"No, not quite. Perhaps I don't want paper at all. Ive often thought I'd like to panel the parlor white, and have orange curtains."
But she knew she never would. Everything new had to be dull browns and greens so that everything else wouldn't look too old and shabby for anything.
A pile of mail waited on the hall table, and her heart jumped as she looked for a letter from Joe. But there was none. "Oh, well," she thought. "Perhaps to-morrow morning"
"Hurry yup, Joe! Dinner'll be over!"
"I can't bust into tears because of that; I know too well what it's going to be. Hard potatoes, fish bones"
