I'm tired," answered Paul with a grin.

"The room begins to look rather decent, doesn't it?
We must change that couch, though; put it the other way so the ravelings won't show.

And that picture of--" But just here Neil attempted to step from the table and landed in a heap on the floor, and Paul forgot criticism in joyful applause.
"Oh, noble work! Do it again, old man; I didn't see the take-off!" But Neil refused, and plumping himself into a wicker rocking-chair that creaked complainingly, rubbed the dust from his hands to his trousers and looked about the study approvingly.
"We're going to be jolly comfy here, Paul," he said.

"Mrs.Curtis is going to get a new globe for that fixture over there." [Illustration] "Then we will be," said Paul.

"And if she would only find us a towel-rack that didn't fall into twelve separate pieces like a Chinese puzzle every time a chap put a towel on it we'd be simply reveling in luxury." "I think I can fix that thing with string," answered Neil.