'"
"Oh, you know what I mean!" returned Ruth, not turning from the
window which gave a view of the distant hills. "I'm speaking of the
scenery."
"Oh, yes, I suppose it is beautiful," agreed Alice, who, truth to
tell, was not gifted with a very strong aesthetic sense. "But I
suppose Mr. Pertell came here because it was so practical for the
rural dramas."
"Beauty counts in them, too," said Ruth, softly. "Oh, just look at
the purple light on those hills, Alice!"
"Can't, my dear. I've dropped a hairpin and I can't see it in the
dark. Gracious, I never thought! We won't have any electric lights
here, and no gas. I wonder if we'll have to go back to candle days."
"They weren't so bad," observed Ruth. "I think it must have been fine
in the Colonial days, to have the candles all aglow, and----"
"Candle fiddlesticks!" exclaimed Alice, who could be very outspoken
at times. "Give me an incandescent light, every time. It's getting
dark here. I wonder what system of illumination they have?"
"Kerosene lamps," replied Ruth. "There's one on the mantel. I'll
light it."
"Do, that's a dear. I've dropped another hairpin, and I need every
one."
There was silence in the bedroom of the old-fashioned country house
for a space. Ruth lighted the lamp, and drew down the window shades.
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