I am left alone for an hour, and then the upholsterer arrives from the county town.
This worthy man, on being informed of our emergency, sees his way, apparently, to a good stroke of business, and thereupon wins my lasting gratitude by taking, in opposition to every one else, a bright and hopeful view of existing circumstances.
"You'll excuse me, sir," he says, confidentially, when I show him the rooms in the lean-to, "but this is a matter of experience.

I'm a family man myself, with grown-up daughters of my own, and the natures of young women are well known to me.

Make their rooms comfortable, and you make 'em happy.

Surround their lives, sir, with a suitable atmosphere of furniture, and you never hear a word of complaint drop from their lips.
Now, with regard to these rooms, for example, sir--you put a neat French bedstead in that corner, with curtains conformable--say a tasty chintz; you put on that bedstead what I will term a sufficiency of bedding; and you top up with a sweet little eider-down quilt, as light as roses, and similar the same in color.

You do that, and what follows?
You please her eye when she lies down at night, and you please her eye when she gets up in the morning--and you're all right so far, and so is she.