I doubt if I did look sly, for I pride myself on my ability to
control my features when it is necessary. However that may be, having
persuaded Josephine to take a walk, I conducted her to the door of a
newly finished house in the fashionable quarter.
"It might be amusing to go in and look it over," I murmured. "I should
rather like to see the ramifications of a modern house."
Josephine, albeit a little surprised, was enraptured. She promptly
took the lead and I tramped at her side religiously from cellar to
attic, while she peeped into all the closets and investigated the
laundry and kitchen accommodations and drew my attention to the fact
that the furnace and the ice-chest would be amply separated.
"You know, Fred, that in our house they are side by side and we use a
scandalous amount of ice as a consequence," she said, hooking her arm
in mine lovingly.
"The whole house strikes me as very well arranged," I retorted, in a
bluff tone, as much as to say that I saw through her blandishments. I
think she appreciated this. Nevertheless, a few minutes later when we
were on the dining-room story, she rubbed her head against my shoulder
and said, "Just see what a love of a pantry, Fred. Mine is a hole
compared to it. Servants in a house like this would never leave one.
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