on anybody else when the crash came. She died the same week they took
him to prison; and fer one, I was glad of it."

Mrs. Daggett wiped her kind eyes.

"Mebbe you'll think it's a terrible thing for me to say," she added
hastily. "But she was such a delicate, soft-hearted sort of a woman:
I couldn't help feelin' th' Lord spared her a deal of bitter sorrow
by taking her away. My! It does bring it all back to me so--the house
and the yard, and all. We'd all got used to seeing it a ruin; and
now-- Whatever put it in your head, dearie, to want things put back
just as they were? Papa was telling me this morning you was all for
restoring the place. He thinks 'twould be more stylish and up-to-date
if you was to put new-style paper on the walls, and let him furnish
it up for you with nice golden oak. Henry's got real good taste.
You'd ought to see our sideboard he gave me Chris'mas, with a mirror
and all."

Having thus discharged her wifely duty, as it appeared to her, Mrs.
Daggett promptly turned her back upon it.

"But you don't want any golden oak sideboards and like that in this
house. Henry was telling me all about it, and how you were set on
getting back the old Bolton furniture."

"Do you think I could?" asked the girl eagerly. "It was all sold
about here, wasn't it? And don't you think if I was willing to pay a
great deal for it people would--"

"'Course they would!" cried Mrs. Daggett, with cheerful assurance.