Clean, air, and fumigate it thoroughly.

Arrange the furniture differently, and help me into the living-room with Ruth." He handed the pad to the doctor.
"Please attend to that," he said, and to the Girl: "Now we go on a journey.

Doc, you and Molly take the corners of the rug we are on and slide us into the other room until you get this aired and freshened." In the living-room the Girl took one long look at the surroundings and suddenly relaxed.

She cuddled against the Harvester and lifting a tremulous white hand, drew it across his unshaven cheek.
"Feels so good," she said.

"I'm sick and tired of immaculate men." The Harvester laughed, tucked her feet in the cover and held her tenderly.