She strapped Patience into the perambulator, then ran up to the house.
The front door gave directly into a living-room of good proportions.
Out of this folding doors led into a small dining-room and beyond this
a kitchen of generous size with a wonderful view of the glimmering lake
from its rear windows. A comfortable-sized bedroom opened off each of
these rooms. Lydia ran through the little house eagerly. It was full
of windows and being all on one floor, gave a fine effect of
spaciousness. It was an old house but in excellent repair as was all
John Levine's property.

"I'm going to have the bedroom off the kitchen, 'cause you can see the
lake from it," she told the driver.

"It'll be colder'n charity in the winter. Better take the middle one,"
he remarked, setting the kitchen stove down with a bang.

"No, old Lizzie'll want to have that. Well, I'll begin to get things
settled."

Lizzie arrived on the third and final load. She brought with her a
lunch that they shared with the driver. He good-naturedly set up the
kitchen stove and the three beds for them and departed with the hope
that they would not be too lonesome.

Lydia and old Lizzie put in an afternoon of gigantic effort. By six
o'clock, the beds were made, dishes unpacked and in the china closet,
the table was set for supper and an Irish stew of Lydia's make was
simmering on the stove.