There is furniture in the
attic and you may buy freely whatever else is necessary. I don't
want to discourage little Reuther. As for your bedrooms--" He
stopped, hemmed a little and flushed a vivid red as he pointed up
the dingy flight of uncarpeted stairs towards which he had led
them. "They are above; but it is with shame I admit that I have
not gone above this floor for many years. Consequently, I don't
know how it looks up there or whether you can even find towels and
things. Perhaps you will go up first, Mrs. Scoville. I will stay
here while you take a look. I really, couldn't have a strange
cleaning-woman here, or any one who would make remarks. Have I
counted too much on your good-nature?"
"No; not at all. In fact, you simply arouse all the housekeeping
instincts within me. I will be down in a minute. Reuther, I leave
you with the judge."
She ran lightly up. The next instant they heard her sneeze, then
they caught the sound of a window rattling up, followed by a
streak of light falling slant-wise across the dismal stairs.
The judge drew a breath of relief and led Reuther towards a door
at the end of the hall.
"This is the way to the dining-room and kitchen," he explained." I
have been accustomed to having my meals served in my own room, but
after this I shall join you at table. Here," he continued, leading
her up to the iron door, "is the entrance to my den. You may knock
here if you want me, but there is a curtain beyond, which no one
lifts but myself.
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