so they started off, a merry
quartette.

As there had been no time to drive out, so far, to inspect the household
goods for sale, it had been postponed until the day of the sale. Mrs.
Fabian said that should there be nothing desirable at the old house, they
could go on and have another hunt about the country.

But the sale promised to be an interesting one, for the moment the girls
found out that the house they were looking for was an old Colonial
two-story farm-house, with wings at each side, they felt sure of its
contents being worth-while.

They parked the car out in a large carriage-house and walked over to the
front door. It was a true type, with sunburst window over the door, and a
wonderful old knocker on the front panel of the door. A narrow high
window at each side had diamond panes in them. There was a dear little
hood over the doorway that someone called a "rain-shed." And on each side
of the "stoop" which was reached by three steps, was a high-backed wooden
seat, with funny low arms at the outer ends.

The windows of the entire house were filled with small-paned sash, the
glass being green and wavy in some panes, and as cloudy as mist in
others. Then again other panes were of really clear white glass. The city
visitors found later, that these old panes were the original old glass
set in by the first owner.

But they did not come to admire the outside, so they all went indoors to
look about. They entered upon a tiny entry.

The front parlor was a small band-box-like room with a chimney piece at
one side, and a stove-pipe hole in it for winter use. Alongside the
chimney was a narrow cupboard that was meant to hold books, or other
things, to keep the parlor from being "cluttered up."

Directly opposite the chimney was a long, high-backed settee, with
haircloth covering. The frame was old mahogany and the shape hinted at
Chippendale, with its six feet having beautiful lines, and the side arms
curving graciously out to invite one to be seated.

In this best room were, also, several rush-bottomed stencilled chairs,
and a Boston Rocker. An inlaid Hepplewhite table stood against the wall
between the two front windows, with its drop-leaf raised against the
wall. A number of old pieces of brass and pewter stood on the table. Over
it hung an early Georgian mirror but the reflection one got when gazing
into it was terrifying.

From the parlor, the collectors went to the long living-room that
occupied one win