"Try this buttermilk." But Susan could hold no more.
"I reckon you're pretty well tired out," observed Sallie.
"I'll help you straighten up," said Susan, rising.
"No.

Let me take you up to bed--while the men's still outside." Susan did not insist.

They returned through the empty sitting-room and along the hall.

Aunt Sallie took the bundle, and they ascended to the spare bedroom.

Sallie showed her into the front room--a damp, earthy odor; a wallpaper with countless reproductions of two little brown girls in a brown swing under a brown tree; a lofty bed, white and tomb-like; some preposterous artificial flowers under glass on chimney-piece and table; three bright chromos on the walls; "God Bless Our Home" in pink, blue and yellow worsted over the door.
"I'll run down and put the things away," said her aunt.