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The
furnishings
of
the
bedroom
and
sitting
-
room
were
left
to
the
very
last
.
For
the
former
,
Hilma
bought
a
“
set
”
of
pure
white
enamel
,
three
chairs
,
a
washstand
and
bureau
,
a
marvellous
bargain
of
thirty
dollars
,
discovered
by
wonderful
accident
at
a
“
Friday
Sale
.
”
The
bed
was
a
piece
by
itself
,
bought
elsewhere
,
but
none
the
less
a
wonder
.
It
was
of
brass
,
very
brave
and
gay
,
and
actually
boasted
a
canopy
!
They
bought
it
complete
,
just
as
it
stood
in
the
window
of
the
department
store
and
Hilma
was
in
an
ecstasy
over
its
crisp
,
clean
,
muslin
curtains
,
spread
,
and
shams
.
Never
was
there
such
a
bed
,
the
luxury
of
a
princess
,
such
a
bed
as
she
had
dreamed
about
her
whole
life
.
Next
the
appointments
of
the
sitting
-
room
occupied
her
—
since
Annixter
,
himself
,
bewildered
by
this
astonishing
display
,
unable
to
offer
a
single
suggestion
himself
,
merely
approved
of
all
she
bought
.
In
the
sitting
-
room
was
to
be
a
beautiful
blue
and
white
paper
,
cool
straw
matting
,
set
off
with
white
wool
rugs
,
a
stand
of
flowers
in
the
window
,
a
globe
of
goldfish
,
rocking
chairs
,
a
sewing
machine
,
and
a
great
,
round
centre
table
of
yellow
oak
whereon
should
stand
a
lamp
covered
with
a
deep
shade
of
crinkly
red
tissue
paper
.
On
the
walls
were
to
hang
several
pictures
—
lovely
affairs
,
photographs
from
life
,
all
properly
tinted
—
of
choir
boys
in
robes
,
with
beautiful
eyes
;
pensive
young
girls
in
pink
gowns
,
with
flowing
yellow
hair
,
drooping
over
golden
harps
;
a
coloured
reproduction
of
“
Rouget
de
Lisle
,
Singing
the
Marseillaise
,
”
and
two
“
pieces
”
of
wood
carving
,
representing
a
quail
and
a
wild
duck
,
hung
by
one
leg
in
the
midst
of
game
bags
and
powder
horns
,
—
quite
masterpieces
,
both
.
At
last
everything
had
been
bought
,
all
arrangements
made
,
Hilma
’
s
trunks
packed
with
her
new
dresses
,
and
the
tickets
to
Bonneville
bought
.
“
We
’
ll
go
by
the
Overland
,
by
Jingo
,
”
declared
Annixter
across
the
table
to
his
wife
,
at
their
last
meal
in
the
hotel
where
they
had
been
stopping
;
“
no
way
trains
or
locals
for
us
,
hey
?
”
“
But
we
reach
Bonneville
at
SUCH
an
hour
,
”
protested
Hilma
.
“
Five
in
the
morning
!
”
“
Never
mind
,
”
he
declared
,
“
we
’
ll
go
home
in
PULLMAN
’
S
,
Hilma
.
I
’
m
not
going
to
have
any
of
those
slobs
in
Bonneville
say
I
didn
’
t
know
how
to
do
the
thing
in
style
,
and
we
’
ll
have
Vacca
meet
us
with
the
team
.
No
,
sir
,
it
is
Pullman
’
s
or
nothing
.
When
it
comes
to
buying
furniture
,
I
don
’
t
shine
,
perhaps
,
but
I
know
what
’
s
due
my
wife
.
”
He
was
obdurate
,
and
late
one
afternoon
the
couple
boarded
the
Transcontinental
(
the
crack
Overland
Flyer
of
the
Pacific
and
Southwestern
)
at
the
Oakland
mole
.
Only
Hilma
’
s
parents
were
there
to
say
good
-
bye
.
Annixter
knew
that
Magnus
and
Osterman
were
in
the
city
,
but
he
had
laid
his
plans
to
elude
them
.
Magnus
,
he
could
trust
to
be
dignified
,
but
that
goat
Osterman
,
one
could
never
tell
what
he
would
do
next
.
He
did
not
propose
to
start
his
journey
home
in
a
shower
of
rice
.
Annixter
marched
down
the
line
of
cars
,
his
hands
encumbered
with
wicker
telescope
baskets
,
satchels
,
and
valises
,
his
tickets
in
his
mouth
,
his
hat
on
wrong
side
foremost
,
Hilma
and
her
parents
hurrying
on
behind
him
,
trying
to
keep
up
.
Annixter
was
in
a
turmoil
of
nerves
lest
something
should
go
wrong
;
catching
a
train
was
always
for
him
a
little
crisis
.
He
rushed
ahead
so
furiously
that
when
he
had
found
his
Pullman
he
had
lost
his
party
.
He
set
down
his
valises
to
mark
the
place
and
charged
back
along
the
platform
,
waving
his
arms
.
“
Come
on
,
”
he
cried
,
when
,
at
length
,
he
espied
the
others
.
“
We
’
ve
no
more
time
.
”
