We live as comfortably as we like, and try to use what
is left in helping others."
Sary made no reply to this statement, but watched Mrs. Brewster go to
the window and pull on the cord that was stretched at one side of the
window-frame. Instantly, the decorated window-shade pulleyed up to
allow more light to shine into the room.
"Now Ah see how that wu'ks!" cried Sary, delightedly.
Mrs. Brewster turned with a questioning look in her eyes.
Sary explained. "Cal Lorrimer tol' me like-es-how them winder shades
wu'ked but Ah jest coulden' see it."
Mrs. Brewster laughed and Sary ventured to pulley the shade herself.
She drew it up and down several times and then turned to express her
sentiments to her mistress.
"My, but yuh're ferchunit t' have all seeh new-fangled idees in the
house! It clean locoes me t' think Ah'm livin' wid sech fine
contraptions." And Sary pressed her large freckled, hands over her
sparse red hair to signify how "locoed" her brain really was.
Mrs. Brewster laughed merrily. "Why, Sary, since I left Denver, my
friends all have shades in the windows that run up and down on springs
without any other help. They go by themselves."
"Now, Miss Brewster! Do _you_ believe that fairy-tale?" quizzed Sary,
looking keenly at her mistress to see if she was trying to laugh at her
ignorance of city-life.
"It is a fact, Sary--not a fairy-tale. My friend has them all through
her house, and I expect to replace these pulleys with spring rollers,
some day.
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