I found out afterwards that both the field and the cow belonged to Mrs.Barton, so I could always rely on a good supply of sweet new milk.
Nathaniel had put up my book-shelves when I had sent them with the other furniture, so I had only to arrange the books.

I made use, too, of some nails he had driven in for my pictures.
The parlour really looked very nice when I had finished; the new cream-coloured curtains were up, and I had tied them back with amber silk; two or three sunny little landscapes, and Charlie's portrait, a beautifully-painted photograph, hung on the walls; my favourite books were in their places, and the mantelpiece and the corner cupboards held some of the lovely old china that had belonged to mother.

Aunt Philippa had wished me to leave it behind, as she feared it might be broken; but I liked to feast my eyes on the soft rich colours, and every piece was precious to me.
When I had disposed the furniture to the best advantage,--had placed my davenport and work-table and special chair in the bow-window, and had replaced the shabby red cloth by a handsome tapestry one,--I called Mrs.
Barton to see the room.
She held up her hands in astonishment.
'Dear me, Miss Garston, it looks quite a different place.

What will Nathaniel say when he sees it ?--he is so fond of books and pretty things.
It only wants sunshine and a bird-cage, and perhaps a geranium or two, to make it quite a bower.

May I make so bold, ma'am, as to ask who that pleasant-faced young gentleman is in the oak frame ?'--but I think she was sorry that she had asked the question when I told her it was my twin-brother, now in heaven.
'That is where my husband and my dear little daughter both are,' she said, with moist eyes, as she turned away from the picture.