They must have cost--I don't know
what they cost--I didn't know there were such bath-towels made!"
"I don't want to wrap myself in a blanket," asserted her husband. "I
want to know I've got a towel in my hand, that I can whisk round me and
slap myself with. Look here, let's get to bed. We could sit up all night
examining round into our accommodations. For my part, Eleanor's style of
living suits me a good deal better than this kind of elegance. Her house
is fine and comfortable, but no foolishness. There's one thing I do
like, though. This carpet feels mighty good to your bare feet, I'll make
sure!"
He presently made sure, walking back and forth barefooted across the
soft floor, chuckling like a boy, and making his toes sink into the
heavy pile of the great rug. He surveyed his small wife, in her
dressing-gown, sitting before the wide mirror of an elaborate
dressing-table, putting her white locks into crimping pins.
"Ruth," said he, with sudden solemnity, "I forgot to undress in my
dressing-room. Had I better put my clothes on and go take 'em off again
in there?"
He pointed across to an adjoining room, brilliant with lights and
equipped with all manner of furnishings adapted to masculine uses.
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