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The Blue North Room
by
“Ray and I can sleep in the kitchen loft. You and Dolly take our room, and let Aunt Josephina take yours.”
“The kitchen loft isn’t really fit to sleep in,” said Sara pessimistically. “It’s awfully cold, and there’re mice and rats–ugh! You and Ray will get nibbled in spots. But it’s the only thing to do if we must have Aunt Josephina. I’ll get Ray to write to her tomorrow. I couldn’t put enough cordiality into the letter if I wrote it myself.”
Ray came in while Willard was at supper. There were cobwebs all over him from his head to his heels. “I’ve solved the Aunt J. problem,” he announced cheerfully. “We will furnish the blue north room.”
“With what?” asked Sara disbelievingly.
“I’ve been poking about in the garret and in the carriage house loft,” said Ray, “and I’ve found furniture galore. It’s very old and cobwebby–witness my appearance–and very much in want of scrubbing and a few nails. But it will do.”
“I’d forgotten about those old things,” said Sara slowly. “They’ve never been used since I can remember, and long before. They were discarded before Mother came here. But I thought they were all broken and quite useless.”
“Not at all. I believe we can furbish them up sufficiently to make the room habitable. It will be rather old-fashioned, but then it’s Hobson’s choice. There are the pieces of an old bed out in the loft, and they can be put together. There’s an old corner cupboard out there too, with leaded glass doors, two old solid wooden armchairs, and a funny old chest of drawers with a writing desk in place of the top drawer, all full of yellow old letters and trash. I found it under a pile of old carpet. Then there’s a washstand, and also a towel rack up in the garret, and the funniest old table with three claw legs, and a tippy top. One leg is broken off, but I hunted around and found it, and I guess we can fix it on. And there are two more old chairs and a queer little oval table with a cracked swing mirror on it.”
“I have it,” exclaimed Sara, with a burst of inspiration, “let us fix up a real old-fashioned room for Aunt Josephina. It won’t do to put anything modern with those old things. One would kill the other. I’ll put Mother’s rag carpet down in it, and the four braided mats Grandma Sheldon gave me, and the old brass candlestick and the Irish chain coverlet. Oh, I believe it will be lots of fun.”
It was. For a week the Sheldons hammered and glued and washed and consulted. The north room was already papered with a blue paper of an old-fashioned stripe-and-diamond pattern. The rag carpet was put down, and the braided rugs laid on it. The old bedstead was set up in one corner and, having been well cleaned and polished with beeswax and turpentine, was really a handsome piece of furniture. On the washstand Sara placed a quaint old basin and ewer which had been Grandma Sheldon’s. Ray had fixed up the table as good as new; Sara had polished the brass claws, and on the table she put the brass tray, two candlesticks, and snuffers which had been long stowed away in the kitchen loft. The dressing table and swing mirror, with its scroll frame of tarnished gilt, was in the window corner, and opposite it was the old chest of drawers. The cupboard was set up in a corner, and beside it stood the spinning-wheel from the kitchen loft. The big grandfather clock, which had always stood in the hall below was carried up, and two platters of blue willow-ware were set up over the mantel. Above them was hung the faded sampler that Grandma Sheldon had worked ninety years ago when she was a little girl.
“Do you know,” said Sara, when they stood in the middle of the room and surveyed the result, “I expected to have a good laugh over this, but it doesn’t look funny after all. The things all seem to suit each other, some way, and they look good, don’t they? I mean they look real, clear through. I believe that table and those drawers are solid mahogany. And look at the carving on those bedposts. Cleaning them has made such a difference. I do hope Aunt Josephina won’t mind their being so old.”