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Updated: July 27, 2025
Two young people who purpose to live in a small cottage or a bungalow will be wise to have this one big room that will serve for dining-room, living-room, and all. The same house divided into a number of tiny rooms would suffocate them: there would be no breathing-space.
Somehow to this day I know not how I managed to drag the fiercely struggling creature out of the room and back to the veranda, where I securely tied him up again. Then I returned to the living-room as Billy entered it with a lighted lamp. I took the lamp from him and said: "Light the lamp in my room, boy, and then lend me a hand to put this man on my bed."
"Come back! Come back!" she said. But the Poor Boy put on his teasing face, and danced a double shuffle, on the very edge of the big drop. Then, as suddenly, the fun went out of his eyes, and he came back. "Oh, Martha," he said, his hand on her shoulder, "I am so tired." Upon the great leather lounge in front of the living-room fire, he lay down.
Will Henderson, his boyishly handsome face moodily set, was standing beside the work-table that occupied the centre of the living-room, the fingers of one hand restlessly groping among the litter of dress stuffs lying upon it. He was awaiting her answer to a question of his, awaiting it in suspense, like Elia, but with different feelings. Nor did the girl seem inclined to hurry.
She was spared further bulletins on the state of health of the wounded until her father returned from his daily call the next morning. She was in the living-room and she knew by his step on the porch, vigorous yet light, that he was uplifted by good news or by the anticipation of the exploitation of some new idea a pleasure second only to that of the idea's birth.
About nine o'clock that night Liddy came into the living-room and reported that one of the housemaids declared she had seen two men slip around the corner of the stable. Gertrude had been sitting staring in front of her, jumping at every sound. Now she turned on Liddy pettishly. "I declare, Liddy," she said, "you are a bundle of nerves. What if Eliza did see some men around the stable?
Those eyes, he noted, were very dark, almost black, under this emotional stress; they questioned him, mutely. "We got him home all right," he told her, when they stood facing each other in the tiny living-room. "Will he live?" "Oh yes. He says he's not badly hurt, and Merkle agrees. Lord! we'd never left him alone if we'd thought " "I'm glad. When the telephone rang I thought it was the police."
She straightened a rug, carried the waste basket from the desk to the spot near the living-room table where it had always served to hide the shabby, worn place in the rug.
She set the pie on the table, went through the cabin and up the hill a little distance, calling the Harvester. When she passed the barn she missed Betsy and the wagon, and then she knew he was in town. She returned to the living-room and sat looking at the pie as she rested. "I'd best put you on the kitchen table," she mused. "Likely he will see you there first and eat you while you are fresh.
He has been hurt by my strange reluctance to be with him. "Jack came home on the night of March second. You'll remember that day, so gloomy and dark and dreary. It snowed and sleeted and rained. I remember how the rain roared on the roof. It roared so loud we didn't hear the horse. But we heard heavy boots on the porch outside the living-room, and the swish of a slicker thrown to the floor.
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