Father felt badly enough then, for he always did everything he could to help mother to be first with everything; but so she wouldn't blame him, he said crosslike that if she had let him put them up when they came, as he wanted to, she'd have been six months ahead.
When they finally got ready to hang the blinds no one knew how they went.

They were a beautiful shiny green, plain on one side, and on the other there was a silver border across the bottom and one pink rose as big as a pie plate.

Mother had neglected to ask Winfield on which side the rose belonged.

Father said from the way the roll ran, it went inside.

Mother said they were rolled that way to protect the roses, and that didn't prove anything.