Viewed as work, this decoration was slow to do, and dirty to deal with.

But our young lady and gentleman never seemed to tire of it.

When they were not riding, or seeing company, or taking their meals, or piping their songs, there they were with their heads together, as busy as bees, spoiling the door.

Who was the poet who said that Satan finds some mischief still for idle hands to do?
If he had occupied my place in the family, and had seen Miss Rachel with her brush, and Mr.Franklin with his vehicle, he could have written nothing truer of either of them than that.
The next date worthy of notice is Sunday the fourth of June.
On that evening we, in the servants' hall, debated a domestic question for the first time, which, like the decoration of the door, has its bearing on something that is still to come.
Seeing the pleasure which Mr.Franklin and Miss Rachel took in each other's society, and noting what a pretty match they were in all personal respects, we naturally speculated on the chance of their putting their heads together with other objects in view besides the ornamenting of a door.

Some of us said there would be a wedding in the house before the summer was over.