"We must warn her about the chairs. too," said Marjory. "None of them are really very safe."
"I guess," said Jean, "I'd better bring over the rocking chair from my own room, but I'm afraid she'll just have to grin and bear the slats, because they will fall out in spite of anything I can do."
By seven o'clock the room was really quite comfortable. The washstand, which was really only a wooden box thinly disguised by a muslin curtain gathered across the front and sides, was supplied with a sound basin, a whole pitcher, numerous towels and four kinds of soap—the girls had all thought of soap. They were unable to decide which kind the lodger would like best, so they laid Bettie's clear amber cake of glycerine soap, Jean's scentless white castile, Marjory's square of green cucumber soap and Mabel's highly perfumed oval pink cake, in a rainbow row on the washstand.
The bed, bountifully supplied with cover-
