Book-shelves hung over the sofa, a picture or two on the walls, and a great vase of autumn leaves and grasses beautified the low chimney-piece.

It was a very humble little room, but Polly had done her best to make it pleasant, and it already had a home-like look, with the cheery fire, and the household pets chirping and purring confidingly on the rug.
"How nice it is!" exclaimed Maud, as she emerged from the big closet where Polly kept her stores.

"Such a cunning teakettle and saucepan, and a tete-a-tete set, and lots of good things to eat.

Do have toast for tea, Polly, and let me make it with the new toasting fork; it 's such fun to play cook." Fanny was not so enthusiastic as her sister, for her eyes saw many traces of what seemed like poverty to her; but Polly was so gay, so satisfied with her small establishment, so full of happy hopes and plans, that her friend had not the heart to find a fault or suggest an improvement, and sat where she was told, laughing and talking while the others got tea.
"This will be a country supper, girls," said Polly, bustling about.
"Here is real cream, brown bread, home-made cake, and honey from my own beehives.

Mother fitted me out with such a supply, I 'm glad to have a party, for I can't eat it all quick enough.