Oh mother, mother! Are you really coming to this beautiful place and to rest at last ?" She sank to the window seat and lay trembling, but she bravely restrained the tears.

After a time she remembered the upstairs and went to see the coverlets.

She found a half dozen beautiful ones, and smiled as she examined the stiffly conventionalized birds facing each other in the border designs, and in one corner of each blanket she read, woven in the cloth---- Peter and John Hartman Wooster Ohio 1837 She took a blue and a green one, several fine skins from the fur box the Harvester had told her about, and went downstairs.

It required all her strength to push the heavy tables before the fireplaces.

She spread papers on them to stand on, and tacked a skin above each mantel.