She hung a painted-framed mirror over the wash-stand. The glass was
greenish in hue and wavy in lines, but it looked like a reflector and
so it remained in position. An enameled basin and earthen jug did duty
for toilet purposes. The plain deal chairs were decorated with
crocheted tidies--one tied to the back of each chair. And last, but not
least, came the treasure of the Brewster family. It had been preserved
in paper wrappings and lavender for many years, and now and then the
mistress of the ranch-house removed it and hung it out to keep the
folds from turning yellow.
"There now! When they see this knitted cotton spread with its raised
roses and lilies, those girls will know that we can have wonderful
things here as well as there."
So saying, Polly spread out the thick white quilt until the large
double-bed was smoothly covered. Then she stood back and sighed with
gratification at the result of her afternoon's work.
"There now! I'll just call Maw before I close up the room," murmured
Polly, skipping away to look for Mrs. Brewster.
Sary followed closely after the mistress, as Polly led the triumphal
march to the guest-chamber. The door was flung open and the ladies
asked to admire.
"Polly, something told me that you would get the spread out of the
chest," declared Mrs. Brewster, patting her daughter gently. "And your
god-mother would be so pleased if she were here to see how you honored
her work.
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