you have a beautiful study downstairs, and I have a light, airy room on the third floor.”
“Where you won’t smell smoke, eh?”
“Oh, Professor, I never really minded!” Augusta spoke with feeling. She rose and took up the black bust in her long arms.
The Professor also rose, very quickly. “What are you doing?”
She laughed. “Oh, I’m not going to carry them through the street, Professor! The grocery boy is downstairs with his cart, to wheel them over.”
“Wheel them over?”
“Why, yes, to the new house, Professor. I’ve come a week before my regular time, to make curtains and hem linen for Mrs. St. Peter. I’ll take everything over this morning except the sewing-machine—that’s too heavy for the cart, so the boy will come back for it with the delivery wagon. Would you just open the door for me, please?”