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"Now, Maw, don't you want me to surprise them with the sofa John gave
Paw and you, long ago? I'm sure they won't hurt it," coaxed Polly.
"Oh, I'm not thinking of any damage. I was wondering how Anne would
like to sleep on a folding sofa instead of in a bed."
"She won't mind; and she'll be glad to see her friends impressed by the
bedroom furniture," quickly explained Polly.
"Well, then, call Sary to help you shove it in, while I go and find
those braided mats we made last winter," said Mrs. Brewster in a tone
of resignation.
Polly needed no second consent, but ran out to call Sary. The sofa was
soon wheeled from the chimney-nook into the bedroom which adjoined the
living-room at the back. Once it was placed at the foot of the heavy
walnut bed, Polly whipped off the cretonne covering that always hid the
hideous plush-carpet upholstery.
As the slip-cover came off and revealed the red and green and purple
design, Polly glanced at Sary to see the effect made.
"Oh, laws! Ah never see'd sech a sofy! Ain't it grand?" breathed Sary,
lost in admiration.
"Sary, it opens, too!" announced Polly, condescendingly pulling at the
strap that moved the spring to turn the half into a low bed.
"Well, suhs! What next? Yoh Paw must be a milyonaire, shore!"
"No, Sary; John saved his money for selling chickens and a calf, and
got this for Paw and Maw, when he went to high school in Denver. Oh, we
had an awful time carting it from Oak Creek to Pebbly Pit through all
the snow and weather!" explained Polly.
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