Andy glanced about him with a look of satisfaction.

It was considerably more attractive than the bed in the attic which he had occupied at the house of the farmer for whom he had last worked.
"We've put the feather bed at the bottom, as it's summer," said Miss Priscilla.
"All right, ma'am." "There's one thing you've forgotten, Priscilla," suggested Sophia.
"What is that ?" "The gun." "Oh, yes.

I am glad you reminded me of it.

Andrew, can you fire off a gun ?" "Yes, ma'am," said Andrew, glibly.
He had never done it, but he had seen a gun fired, and always wanted to make a trial himself.
"As you are the only menfolks in the house, we should expect you to fire at any robbers that tried to enter the house." "Do you expect any, ma'am ?" asked Andy, eagerly.
"No; but some might come.

Of course, we cannot fire guns--it would be improper, as we are ladies." "Just so," interrupted Sophia.
"So we shall leave that to you.