The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1916-10-25
mouse for the tools and lumber.

house for the tools and lumber.
| let her dig the first post hole
though IL was evident that the Ell.
fort tired her, and then took the
spade away, while she marked of
the trellis strips into the proper
lengths, and sawed them up, plac
Ing each strip across the wheel
barrow and holding it in place
with her foot.
She laughed as she put her FOOT
on the wheSlborrow, hitching hel
skirt up where 1t bound her knee
"The new skirts weren't made
for carpenters, she said, as she
jabbed away with the saw.
L darted glance at the display
of trim ankles and resumed my
digging in the post holes. This
was a new and disturbing distrac-
ton in agricultural toll!
The next morning at breakfast
a burned nose confronted me
across the table, and the posses
sor ruefully regarded her sore
palms.
mo work for you today" said
!. "You will just have to pick out
colors for me. The painters are
coming"
Ten minutes later we went
down the road together and found
the painters already unloading
their wagon.
We entered, with the boss
painter, and went into the south
room.
Now" said l, "I'm not going
to paper any rooms II l can help
it. 1 want the walls calcimined.
They look pretty sound to me,
barring some places where you'll
have to patch the plaster. Can
it be done?"
The painter walked about the
room carefully, then examined the
hall, the north room, and the din.
ing room, while the girl and
followed him.
Sure" he said.
"All right; I want this south
room done first. as I'm anxious to
get my books unpacked and my
desk set up. Now, what color shall
it be-" / turned toward Miss
Goodwin as | spoke.
She shook her head. I'm not
going to say a word,' she an
swered. This is your room"
II suppose you want the wood
work whittier" the painter sug-
gested. "Those old mantels, for
instance"
Cream white, not dead white,
said |. The walls have got to
set off both pictures and books.
They've got to be neutral. l want
a greenish, brownish, yellowish
olive, with the old beam in the
center of the ceiling in the same
key, only q bit darker"
The girl and the painter both
laughed.
"I'n get my colors." he said.
After several trials he mixed
something that looked right to
me.
| We went into the northeast
room and the dining room behind
it.
Same color here?" asked the
painter.
| was about to answer yes,
when Miss Goodwin spoke: II
should think you'd want these
rooms lighter in color" she said,
''as they face the north"
1.-The lady's right" said the
painter.
"They always are," l smiled
"You two fix up the color for this
room, then. We can decide on the
other rooms after these down
stairs are DONE"
NO" cried the girl, II won't
do anything of the kind! You
might not like what l picked"
"Incredible!" said I. 1--WE real
lily got to get to work outside
now" And l ran off, leaving her
looking a little angrily, l thought,
| after me.
I was so impatient to see how
my lawn was going to look thai
III went to the shed to hunt up
dummy sundial post which
could set up and mark off my
beds around it. At first l could
find nothing, but looking up pres.
emily into a loft under the caves
| saw the dusty end of what look
ed like Doric pillar poking out
| scrambled up and pulled
forth, to my Joy, wooden pillar
about nine feet long, in excellent
preservation. How it got there,
had no idea. I dragged the heavy