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For the next two weeks Jim was able to be
much with her; and they amused themselves
by decorating the house with the bright
curtainings that Annie had brought, and
putting up shelves for a few pieces of china.
She had two or three pictures, also, which
had come from her room in her old home,
and some of those useless dainty things with
which some women like to litter the room.
"Most folks," Jim explained, "have to be
content with one fire, and sit in the kitchen;
but I thought, as this was our honeymoon,
we would put on some lugs."
Annie said nothing then; but a day or
two after she ventured, --
"Perhaps it would be as well now, dear,
if we kept in the kitchen. I'll keep it as
bright and pleasant as I can. And, anyway,
you can be more about with me when
I'm working then. We'll lay a fire in the
front-room stove, so that we can light it if
anybody comes. We can just as well save
that much."
Jim looked up brightly. "All right," he
said. "You're a sensible little woman.
You see, every cent makes a difference.
And I want to be able to pay off five
hundred dollars of that mortgage this
year."
So, after that, they sat in the kitchen; and
the fire was laid in the front room, against
the coming of company. But no one came,
and it remained unlighted.
Then the season began to show signs of
opening, -- bleak signs, hardly recognizable
to Annie; and after that Jim was not much
in the house. The weeks wore on, and
spring came at last, dancing over the hills.
The ground-birds began building, and at
four each morning awoke Annie with their
sylvan opera. The creek that ran just at
the north of the house worked itself into a
fury and blustered along with much noise
toward the great Platte which, miles away,
wallowed in its vast sandy bed. The hills
flushed from brown to yellow, and from
mottled green to intensest emerald, and in
the superb air all the winds of heaven
seemed to meet and frolic with laughter
and song.
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