think there are any two pieces that match!--two tables, one a dining
table; a bookcase containing a few paper-backed novels and some
magazines, none so recent, however, as those I saw before I left
England; and last and most important, an enormous American cooking
stove.

"Our principal meal, called dinner, is----"

Great heavens, her bread!

Nora dashed from her room. Gertie was standing at one of the windows in
the unwonted indulgence of a moment's leisure. Nora threw open the oven
door. It was empty.

"Oh, did you look after my loaf, Gertie? I'm so sorry; I quite forgot
it."

"Yes, I took it out a few moments ago."

She still had her face turned toward the window, so Nora did not see the
smile that curled her lip. She turned after a moment, and the two women
began to set the table for dinner.

Presently the men were heard laughing outside as they cleaned their
muddy boots on the scraper. Reggie had apparently achieved something
new. His ignorance of everything pertaining to farming furnished the
material for most of the amusement that was going. Fortunately, he was
always good-natured. Gertie, with unusual good spirits, entered into the
joke of the thing at once and even bantered Reggie playfully upon his
latest discovery.