o that you do. Wait until we need a housekeeper, and
then gaze with awe on the one I will raise to your hand."

"I wonder----"

"Don't! It's wearing! Come tell me how to make our living-room less bare
than it appears at present."

They went downstairs together, followed by the decorator, and began work
on the room. The Girl was placed on a couch and made comfortable and
then the Harvester looked around.

"That bundle there, Rogers, is the curtains we bought for this room. If
you and my wife think they are not right, we will not hang them."

The decorator opened the package and took out curtains of tan-coloured
goods with a border of blue and brown.

"Those are not expensive," said the Harvester, "but to me a window
appears bare with only a shade, so I thought we'd try these, and when
they become soiled we'll burn them and buy some fresh ones."

"Good idea!" laughed the Girl. "As a house decorator you surpass
yourself as a Medicine Man."

"Fix these as you did those upstairs," ordered the Harvester. "We don't
want any fol-de-rols. Put the bottom even with the sill and shear them
off at the top."

"No, I am going to arrange these," said the decorator, "you go on with
your part."

"All right!" agreed the Harvester. "First, I'll lay the big rug."

He cleared the floor, spread a large rug with a rich brown centre and a
wide blue border. Smaller ones of similar design and colour were placed
before each of the doors leading from the room.

"Now for the hearth," said the Harvester, "I got this tan goat skin.
Doesn't that look fairly well?"

It certainly did; and the Girl and the decorator hastened to say so. The
Harvester replaced the table and chairs, and then sat on the couch at
the Girl's feet.

"I call this almost finished," he remarked. "All we need now is a
bouquet and something on the walls, and that is serious business.
What goes on them usually remains for a long time, and so it should be
selected with care. Ruth, have you a picture of your mother?"

"None since she was my mother. I have some lovely girl photographs."

"Good!" cried the Harvester. "Exactly the thing! I have a picture of my
mother when she was a pretty girl. We will select the best of yours and
have them enlarged in those beautiful brown prints they make in these
days, and we'll frame one for each side of the mantel. After that you
can decorate the other walls as you see things you want. Fifteen minutes
gone; we are ready to take up