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To him it looked like a room conjured up by some magician in a fairy tale. TO HIM IT LOOKED LIKE A ROOM CONJURED UP BY SOME MAGICIAN IN A FAIRY TALE
How do you like 'em?" he inquired of Mrs. Carey. "Not at all," she replied promptly. "You don't?" he asked incredulously. "Well, it takes all kinds o' folks to make a world! I've been keepin' 'em fifteen years, hopin' I'd get enough more to make a border for our parlor fireplace, and now you don't take to 'em! Back they go to the barn chamber, Maria; Mis' Carey's bossin' this job, and she ain't got no taste for sea shells. Would you like an old student lamp? I found one that I can bronze up in about two minutes if Mis' Harmon can hook a shade and chimbly out of Bill's stock." They all stayed in the room until this last feat was accomplished; stayed indeed until the fire in the open stove had died down to ruddy coals. Then they pulled down the shades, lighted the lamp, gave one last admiring look, and went home. It had meant only a few hours' thought and labor, with scarcely a penny of expense, but you can judge what Ralph Thurston felt when he entered the door out of the storm outside. N THE FOR AT THE END OF EACH HEARTH RUG HOW DO YOU LIKE EM HE INQUIRED OF MISSUS CAREY NOT AT ALL SHE REPLIED PROMPTLY YOU DON'T HE ASKED INCREDULOUSLY WELL TAKES ALL KINDS OF FOLKS TO MAKE A WORLD I'VE BEEN KEEPING EM FIFTEEN YEARS HOPING I'D GET ENOUGH MORE TO MAKE A BORDER FOR OUR PARLOR FIREPLACE AND NOW YOU DON'T TAKE TO EM BACK THEY GO TO THE BARN CHAMBER MARIA MISS CARY'S BOSSIN THIS JOB AN SHE AIN'T GOT NO TASTE FOR SEA SHELLS WOULD YOU LIKE AN OLD STUDENT LAMP I FOUND ONE I CAN BRONZE UP IN ABOUT TWO MINUTES IF MISS HARMON CAN HOOK A SHADE AND CHIMNEY OUT OF BELL'S STOCK THEY ALL STAYED IN THE ROOM UNTIL THIS LAST FEAT WAS ACCOMPLISHED STAYED INDEED UNTIL THE FIRE IN THE OPEN STOVE HAD DIED DOWN TO RUDDY COALS THEN THEY PULLED DOWN THE SHADES LIGHTED THE LAMP GAVE ONE LAST ADMIRING LOOK AND WENT HOME IT HAD ONLY MEANT A FEW HOURS THOUGHT AND LABOUR WITH SCARCELY A PENNY OF EXPENSE BUT YOU CAN JUDGE WHAT RALPH THURSTON FELT LIKE WHEN HE ENTERED THE ROOM OUT OF THE STORM OUTSIDE
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