"Are you going down-town ?" she inquired.
"Yes." "What for ?" "Just something I want to see about.

I'll tell you when I come back.
Anything you want me to do ?" "No; I guess not to-day.

I thought you might look for a rug, but I'd rather go with you to select it.

We'll have to get a new rug for your father's room, I expect." "I'm glad you think so, mama.

I don't suppose he's ever even noticed it, but that old rug of his--well, really!" "I didn't mean for him," her mother explained, thoughtfully.