Then she went past the bed on her way to the door, and
stooping, she kissed her mother for the first time since she could
remember.
Then she lighted a lamp, hunted a big sheet of wrapping paper, and
sitting down beside the living room table, she drew a rough sketch
of the house. For hours she pored over it, and when at last she
went to bed, on the reverse of the sheet she had a drawing that
was quite a different affair; yet it was the same house with very
few and easily made changes that a good contractor could
accomplish in a short time. In the morning, she showed these
ideas to her mother who approved all of them, but still showed
disappointment visibly.
"That's nothing but all the rest of them have," she said. "I
thought you could think up some frills that would be new, and
different."
"Well," said Kate, "would you want to go to the expense of setting
up a furnace in the cellar? It would make the whole house toasty
warm; it would keep the bathroom from freezing in cold weather;
and make a better way to heat the water."
"Now you're shouting!" cried Mrs.
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