There was another room in it, to be sure, where Mrs.Benoit's own bed was; so that Daisy could have the use and possession of this outer room all to herself.
Juanita went about her business too noiselessly to induce even those closed eyelids to open.

She fetched a tolerably large clothes-horse from somewhere--some shed or out-building; this she set at the foot of the couch, and hung an old large green moreen curtain over it.

Where the curtain came from, one of Mrs.Benoit's great locked chests knew; there were two or three such chests in the inner room, with more treasures than a green moreen curtain stowed away in them.

The curtain was too large for the clothes-horse to hold up; it lay over the floor.

Juanita got screws and cords; fixed one screw in the wall, another in the ceiling, and at last succeeded in stretching the curtain neatly on the cords and the clothes-horse, where she wanted it to hang.