"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. "Then
I'll come back."
Susan put her bundle on the sofa, opened it, found nightgown and
toilet articles on top. She looked uncertainly about, rapidly
undressed, got into the nightgown. "I'll turn down the bed and
lie on it until Auntie comes," she said to herself. The bed was
delightfully cool; the shuck mattress made soft crackling sounds
under her and gave out a soothing odor of the fields. Hardly had
her head touched the pillow when she fell sound asleep. In a few
minutes her aunt came hurrying in, stopped short at sight of
that lovely childlike face with the lamplight full upon it. One
of Susan's tapering arms was flung round her dark wavy hair.
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