our for the cushions. "Red," Levi
had suggested when approached as to window-seat coverings. "Green, a
good dark tone, is a wearing shade," Matilda had informed him, but
Sandy chose blue--"the shade that looks as if it sank deeper and
deeper," he explained to an artistic designer, and the man had not
laughed!

Sandy bought and scattered books about in his study where Cynthia might
run across them at will, and sometimes during his rare moments of
leisure and enjoyment she would nestle on _her_ window seat in his
study while he, his back to her, painted at his easel near the north
window. At such times Cynthia liked the new Sandy almost as well as
the old and was gloriously content and happy. Poetry entered her life
then for the first time--poetry through books, through Sandy's modest
attempts at art, and through Sandy himself.

"Let us go out windowing," he coaxed her one day when they had had a
golden hour together.

"Windowing, Sandy? What is windowing?"

"Why, we'll go around to the cabins and coax or bully the people to let
us make windows in their homes--big, fine windows with glass that
slides easy, up and down or sideways as one may prefer. I want it done
before winter sets in."

"They-all will think us all-around cracked!"

"Let's try! Windows for sale! we'll cry. It will be mighty jolly."

So they had set forth with the result that by August Tod Greeley
remarked to Marcia Lowe that he was "dog-dickered if the cabins didn't
look like showcases surrounded by clapboards!"

When Cynthia reached the Morley cabin that rare September day she
paused to look upon the splendour, and was thrilled anew at the changes
and improvements. To the southwest end of the cabin three new rooms
had been added. Two bed-chambers and a cosy sitting-room.

"For that Company up North when it comes down!" Sandy explained.

"It must be a mighty upperty Company!" Cynthia replied, looking in awe
at the furniture which had been sent from some magic workshop.

"It is!" Sandy assented--viewing solemnly the enamelled bedstead, the
cheap chairs and plain bureau.

"And real carpets on the floors!"

"Yes. The Company has tender feet."

The old living-room of the cabin had been more leniently dealt with.
Sandy's passion for windows had been indulged, but its furnishings were
designed for comfort without shock to Martin's habits. The kitchen in
the lean-to, also windowed to the limit of space, had been given over
to the im