Be sure you cover things up, and shut the buttery door, and put the cat down cellar, and sift your meal.

I'll see to the buckwheats last thing before I go to bed." Mrs.Grant subsided with her knitting, for her hands were never idle; Tom tilted his chair back against the wall and picked his teeth with his pen-knife; Dick got out a little pot of grease, to make the boots water-tight; and Harry sat down at the small table to look over his accounts, with an important air,--for every one occupied this room, and the work was done in the out-kitchen behind.
Merry hated clearing up, but dutifully did every distasteful task, and kept her eye on careless Roxy till all was in order; then she gladly went to perch on her father's knee, seeing in all the faces about her the silent welcome they always wore for the "little one." "Yes, I do want something, but I know you will say it is silly," she began, as her father pinched her blooming cheek, with the wish that his peaches would ever look half as well.
"Shouldn't wonder if it was a doll now;" and Mr.Grant stroked her head with an indulgent smile, as if she was about six instead of fifteen.
"Why, father, you know I don't! I haven't played with dollies for years and years.

No; I want to fix up my room pretty, like Jill's.

I'll do it all myself, and only want a few things, for I don't expect it to look as nice as hers." Indignation gave Merry courage to state her wishes boldly, though she knew the boys would laugh.

They did, and her mother said in a tone of surprise,-- "Why, child, what more can you want?
I'm sure your room is always as neat as a new pin, thanks to your bringing up, and I told you to have a fire there whenever you wanted to." "Let me have some old things out of the garret, and I'll show you what I want.