Polly felt disconcerted for the moment as she realized that her
mother's tone implied disapproval of the change. But she would not
admit that possibly the white would improve the bed-room.
"Why, Maw, you know how much I paid for those shades last Christmas.
The man in Oak Creek said they were the grandest ones in Denver!"
"Maybe _he_ thought so, Polly, but we must remember that his taste in
art has lacked cultivation. Now I prefer pure white shades, or
curtains, for a bed-room window," said wise Mrs. Brewster, leaving her
daughter to wonder whether she liked pure white for the living-room,
also.
But Polly had enough human will and stubbornness in her make-up to
resist the suggestion offered by her experienced mother. "Well, I'll
tell you what we'll do, Maw: I'll just put these lovely shades up till
after the girls see them, then we'll change to white. I think it will
be best to keep these new and clean for the front room, but I want the
city girls to _know_ we've got such expensive things in the house."
"Polly dear, that is foolish. I have always tried to teach you
otherwise. What matters it, whether you display gorgeous 'feathers' if
the thing be false? Simplicity and wisdom are the rarest adornments of
a home."
"There you go again, Maw, lecturing me with your wise old saws,"
laughed Polly, jumping upon the chair to fit the shades in place.
Mrs. Brewster smiled but said nothing.
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