in a book Mr. Allen had, which looked very much as this would look then.
Oh, but I'd like to do it!" Mercy's imagination was so fired with the
picture she had made to herself of the house thus altered and improved,
that she could not easily relinquish it.

"But, Mercy, you don't know the lay o' the rooms, child. You don' 'no'
where that ere jog comes. Your bay window mightn't come so's't would be of
any use. Yer wouldn't build one jest to look at, would you?" said her
mother.

"I'm not so sure I wouldn't, if I had plenty of money," replied Mercy,
laughing. "But I have no idea of building bay windows on other people's
houses. I was only amusing myself by planning it. I'd rather have that
house, old and horrid as it is, than any house in the town. I like the
situation so much, and the woods are so beautiful. Perhaps I'll earn a lot
of money some day, and buy the place, and make it just as we like it."

"You earn money, child!" said Mrs. Carr, in a tone of unqualified wonder.
"How could you earn money, I'd like to know?"

"Oh, make bonnets or gowns, dear little mother, or teach school," said
Mercy, coloring. "Mr. Allen said I was quite well enough fitted to teach
our school at home, if I liked."

"But, Mercy, child, you'd never go to do any such thing's thet, would yer
now?" said her mother, piteously. "Don't ye hev all ye want, Mercy? Ain't
there money enough for our clothes? I'm sure I don't need much; an' I
could do with a good deal less, if there was any thing you wanted, dear.
Your father he 'd never rest in his grave, ef he thought his little Mercy
was a havin' to arn money for her livin'. You didn't mean it, child, did