"
She gave the shaving a little toss from her, and took
the parasol up across her lap. The unworldliness
of the Lapham girls did not extend to their dress;
Irene's costume was very stylish, and she governed her
head and shoulders stylishly. "We are going to have
the back room upstairs for a music-room and library,"
she said abruptly.
"Yes?" returned Corey. "I should think that would
be charming."
"We expected to have book-cases, but the architect wants
to build the shelves in."
The fact seemed to be referred to Corey for his comment.
"It seems to me that would be the best way. They'll look
like part of the room then. You can make them low,
and hang your pictures above them."
"Yes, that's what he said." The girl looked out of
the window in adding, "I presume with nice bindings
it will look very well."
"Oh, nothing furnishes a room like books."
"No. There will have to be a good many of them."
"That depends upon the size of your room and the number
of your shelves."
"Oh, of course! I presume," said Irene, thoughtfully,
"we shall have to have Gibbon."
"If you want to read him," said Corey, with a laugh
of sympathy for an imaginable joke.
"We had a great deal about him at school. I believe we
had one of his books. Mine's lost, but Pen will remember."
The young man looked at her, and then said, seriously,
"You'll want Greene, of course, and Motley, and Parkman.
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