" Oh yes, let's do that," she exclaimed, when he told 
her. " Wouldn't that be pretty ? Can Mr. Ellsworth 
carry out your ideas exactly ?" 
" I think so. It may cost a little something; but we 
will want to live in it for some time, maybe, and, any- 
how, if you should want to sell it, it would bring more 
changed as I say." 
" I want to sell it !" she commented. " Say we, dear." 
" Very well then, we." 
He smiled and smoothed her chin and cheek with his 
So while they were gone on their honeymoon Mr. 
Ellsworth began the revision on an estimated cost of three 
thousand dollars for the furniture and all. It was not 
completed for nearly three weeks after they returned; 
but when done it was a comparatively new house. The 
dining-room bay hung low over the grass, as Frank wished, 
and the windows were diamond-paned and leaded, 
swiveled on brass rods. The opening between the living- 
room and the dining-room had noiseless rolling doors; but 
the intention was to use only a light-blue, brown, and 
green silk hanging, which represented a wedding scene in 
Normandy, in the square space. Delicately cut Old 
English oak was used in the dining-room, an American 
imitation of Chippendale and Sheraton for the sitting-room 
and the bedrooms. There were a few simple water-colors 
hung here and there, some bronzes of Hosmer and Powers, 
a marble Venus by Potter, a now forgotten sculptor, 
and other objects of art—nothing of any distinction. 
Pleasing, appropriately colored rugs covered the floor. 
Mrs. Cowperwood was shocked by the nudity of the 
Venus which conveyed an atmosphere of European free- 
dom not common to America; but she said nothing. 
It was all harmonious and soothing, and she did not feel 
herself capable to judge. Frank knew about these things 
so much better than she did. Instantly a maid and a 
man of all work were installed, and that process of enter-