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Peter’s Surprise 
(Continued from page 1002) 
were alone. 
“There is only one thing to do, Peter,” 
decided Mary. “The Fall work is out of 
the way. You pack up and go take care 
of those girls.” 
Peter went. Ed was dangerously ill, 
but he lived; the convalescence promised 
to be long, however. But Peter would 
remain until Ed was well enough to 
travel, when they were coming home. 
“Mother!” Grace looked up from the 
letter. “Are you game for a surprise on 
Dad?” 
“I don’t know,” demurred Mary. “He 
might not like it.” 
Grace’s laughter rang out gaily. “But 
Daddy has never in his life stopped to 
consider whether you would like his sur¬ 
prises!” 
“Oh, yes, child! He is always sure 
I’ll like them!” smiled Mary. 
“And if he knew how he has missed 
pleasing you all these years he would be 
broken-hearted,” said Grace softly. 
“That is why I could never let him 
know,” answered Mary. 
“Come down to the old place with me,” 
invited Grace. 
Grace sketched cleverly. From the old 
rosewood secretary she drew a sheaf of 
papers and laid them before her mothei>— 
house plans, interior and exterior, show¬ 
ing the old house remodeled and the old 
furniture—even from the woodhouse 
chamber—in place. Mary turned the 
sheets in growing wistfulness. 
“My first piece of w’ork,” the girl ex¬ 
plained. “I’ve intended asking Daddy to 
let me do it over to rent as a Summer 
place.” 
“I see,” murmured Mary, absorbed in 
the drawings. 
The house stood gable end to the road, 
and was only a story and a half struc¬ 
ture, with a one-story addition whose 
roof sloped into the main roof. The addi¬ 
tion afforded a woodshed and a small bed¬ 
room. 
Grace’s plans added a wide living porch 
at the other side of the house, thereby 
balancing the roof; finished the woodshed 
into a dining-room, the little bedroom into 
a kitchen; and threw out a long, deep 
dormer window on each side of the slop¬ 
ing roof, giving the second floor rooms 
ceilings that did not slope, and greatly 
increasing the floor space without dis¬ 
turbing the old roof line. 
The furniture, piece by piece, Mary rec¬ 
ognized it, some of it re-upholstered, some 
changed slightly; hut essentially as it 
was when purchased, forty to a hundred 
years earlier. 
“The roof would be new and the shin¬ 
gles stained green,” Grace explained. 
“Such new lumber as shows elsewhere 
would he stained gray to match the rest 
of the house. If we could afford hard¬ 
wood floors upstairs the old rag carpets 
can be made into I’ugs—^that is, the blue, 
and the red.” 
“They are iso old and faded,” protested 
Mary. 
“If they weren’t they would he impos¬ 
sible,” smiled Grace. “The blue has 
faded to a soft hliie-gi’ay; the red is 
really old-rose. Both are lovely. The 
hall carpet, however, is just plain 
hideous!” 
“We’ll discard it,” Mary laughed. 
“Then, some day, your children will drag 
it out and call it beautiful!” 
Grace joined merrily in her mother’s 
laughter. 
“The old yarn carpet from the parlor 
bedroom will make beautiful rugs for the 
living-room. Grandmother’s parlor is true 
to period, carpet, mahogany, embroidered 
muslin curtains and all—we mustn’t 
change that. And I’ve re-opened the fire¬ 
places. It is lucky that our discarded 
furniture went into the woodhouse cham¬ 
ber instead of being destroyed. The 
SheiTods had theirs chopped into fire¬ 
wood! I’ve found three sets of andirons, 
too—one of them brass!” 
Mary considered. The house would 
rent as a Summer place easily enough— 
hut it didn’t seem right not to consult 
Peter! 
Still—the place was Mary’s own. She 
looked at Grace and smiled—^and a glint 
of daring flickered in her eyes. 
“What money I have saved is for you 
for college,” she ventured. 
August 24, 1918 
“Daddy will pay my college expenses,’’ 
Grace answered. 
“Yes,” Mary nodded. “And if we need 
more than I have I can borrow it at the 
bank.” 
“Can you?” asked Grace, almost in¬ 
credulous. 
“I ought to be good for it,” smiled 
Mary. 
It strikes me. Mother, that you are 
going rather heavily into the surprise 
business,” rippled Grace. “I’m getting 
mine, right now.” 
“I’m surprising myself,” laughed Mary, 
“and I rather like it.” 
“Now let’s drive to town and see 
when Mr. Lea can begin.” Grace was 
all eagerness. “I had him go over my 
plans and figure the cost of everything; 
and as I didn’t know when, if ever, the 
work could be done, I paid him the usual 
price for his time. 
“That sounds sensible,” commented 
Mary. 
“Lumber costs frightfully,” volunteered 
Grace, ruefully, 
“It need not cost us so much,” Mary 
was calmly aggressive, “for your father 
always keeps a good deal sawed ahead. 
If there isn’t enough we can have some 
logs got out to pay for what we need.” 
“Daddy may have planned it for some¬ 
thing,” demurred Grace. 
“Then we’ll surprise him,” smiled 
Mary, mischievously. 
“Mother, I believe you could play the 
Ware game and heat them all at it!” 
cried Grace. 
Mary drove to the station to meet the 
wayfarers, Peter, Ella and Ed. It was 
after dark, hut they started home in high 
spirits. A lighted house loomed up on 
the right. 
“Turn in here,” directed Mary. 
*^You’ve been away so long that you’ve 
forgotten the way home!” 
Peter turned in at the half-moon drive. 
“What have you been doing?” cried 
Ella. 
“Oh, just surprising Peter!” nonchal¬ 
antly answered Mary. 
“Welcome home!” cried Grace from a 
new portico over the front door—^new, yet 
stained to a wonderful match to the 
gray old house. 
“Well!” exclaimed Peter, looking 
around him. “I reckon you’ve done it. 
Blessed if I know where I am!” 
He glanced bewildered at the long room 
which had once been a combination 
kitchen and dining-room, but which now 
boasted a shining floor with rugs that 
seemed to belong there, and living-room 
furniture which also had a haunting fa¬ 
miliarity ; looked through a widened door¬ 
way to the unchanged old parlor: through 
another wide doorway to what should 
have been the woodhouse, but which was 
now a dining-room with its table laid 
for guests. 
“Who is it for?” demanded Peter. 
“To rent to Summer people,” Grace 
answered demurely. 
“Not much!” said Peter. “This is too 
good for Summer folks. You may rent 
the new house—^your mother and I stay 
right here!” 
“I like that!” cried Grace. “How am 
I to start in business if you devour my 
stock? I expected to get three or four 
hundred a season for this— a nice start 
for my college expenses.” 
“I should think so,” chuckled Peter. 
“Well—^I’ll pay up.” 
“I did think,” confessed Grace, “that 
you and mother might be my first ten¬ 
ants, so that Uncle Ed and Aunt Ella 
might have a second honeymoon in the 
new house.” 
“It rather looks.” ventured Mary, “as 
if someone had inherited the art of sur¬ 
prising folks—eh, Peter?” 
Peter looked at the softly illumined 
rooms, strange, yet still familiar and 
homelike, at his wife’s vividly happy face. 
“Yes—and it is first-class in every par¬ 
ticular,” was his pronouncement. “It’s 
a great game.” 
But when the lights were out Peter lay 
long awake. 
“Mary?” he whispered softly, at length. 
“Yes, Peter,” Mary’s voice was wide¬ 
awake. 
“Maybe I’ve got the biggest surprise 
on you after all,” Peter chuckled. Then, 
softly, “I’ve been homesick as a dog for 
this old place ever since we left it!” 
