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 Martin? I didn't know you'd actually bought the pictures. Had—had Anybody chosen the curtains, too? Did you get as far as that?"

"I don't know," he said. "I don't really, Pussy, I don't remember."

"And did you take it all to pieces again? Did you alone, or did Anybody help you? I wonder you didn't leave it, Martin; you didn't want the room for anything else. But I suppose it would have made you sad, or other people sad."

"Have you done anything to the room yet. Pussy?"

"I just pulled the furniture about a little, then I went to look for a fender in the attic and found these pictures. I don't know if there were any curtains, Martin; shall I buy some more? I saw some cretonnes specially for that kind of room, all over clowns and rabbits and little scarlet moons."

"I'll bring some patterns—or come up to town some day and we'll choose them together."

She did not answer, she was looking at the pictures.