"But have you stopped to consider how two rows across the house are going to look?
Nine big pink roses, with the sun shining on them! Anything funnier than Dovers' front I never saw.
And look here!" Laddie picked up a blind.

"See this plain back?
It's double coated like a glaze.

That is so the sun shining through glass won't fade it.
The flowers would be gone in a week.

They belong inside, mother, sure as you live." "Then when the blinds are rolled to the middle sash in the daytime no one can see them," wailed mother, who was wild about pink roses.
"But at night, when they are down, you can put the curtains back enough to let the roses show, and think how pretty they will look then." "Laddie is right!" said father, climbing on the barrel to take down the ones he had fixed.
"What do you think, girls ?" asked mother.
"I think the Princess is coming down the Little Hill," said Shelley.
"Hurry, father! Take them down before she sees! I'm sure they're wrong." Father got one all right, but tore the corner of the other.

Mother scolded him dreadfully cross, and he was so flustered he forgot about being on the barrel, so he stepped back the same as on the floor, and fell crashing.