The boudoir was a large room, repeating on a bigger scale the incongruousness and ill fitting splendor of the others.

When she had of her own accord recognized and pointed out the more admirable articles, he said, gravely looking at his watch, "We've just about seven minutes yet; if you'd like to pull and haul these things around, I'll help you." The young girl smiled.

"I'm quite content with what I've done in my own room, where I have no one's taste to consult but my own.

I hardly know how Mr.Rushbrook, or his lady friends, might like my operating here." Then recognizing with feminine tact the snub that might seem implied in her refusal, she said quickly, "Tell me something about our host--but first look! isn't that pretty ?" She had stopped before the window that looked upon the dim blue abyss of the canyon, and was leaning out to gaze upon it.

Rushbrook joined her.
"There isn't much to be changed down THERE, is there ?" he said, half interrogatively.
"No, not unless Mr.Rushbrook took it into his head to roof it in, and somebody was ready with a contract to do it.