The Last of the Peterkins eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 161 pages of information about The Last of the Peterkins.

The Last of the Peterkins eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 161 pages of information about The Last of the Peterkins.

To be sure, we don’t quite get rid of the rats, and need a trap for the mice; but if you have a good family cat it is safer.

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About window-curtains—­I mean the drapery ones—­we have the same trouble in deciding every year.  We did not put any in the parlor windows when we moved, only window-shades, because there were so many things to be done, and we wanted time to make up our minds as to what we would have.

But that was years ago, and we have not decided yet, though we consider the subject every spring and fall.

The trouble is, if we should have heavy damask ones like the Bromwicks’, it would be very dark in the winter, on account of the new, high building opposite.

Now, we like as much light as we can get in the winter, so we have always waited till summer, thinking we would have some light muslin ones, or else of the new laces.  But in summer we like to have the room dark, and the sun does get round in the morning quite dazzling on the white shades. (We might have dark-colored shades, but there would be the same trouble of its being too dark in the winter.)

We seem to need the heavy curtains in summer and the light curtains in winter, which would look odd.  Besides, in winter we do need the heavy curtains to shut out the draughts, while in summer we like all the air we can get.

I have been looking for a material that shall shut out the air and yet let in the light, or else shut out the light and let in the air; or else let in the light when you want it, and not when you don’t.  I have not found it yet; but there are so many new inventions that I dare say I shall come across it in time.  They seem to have invented everything except a steamer that won’t go up and down as well as across.

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I never could understand about averages.  I can’t think why people are so fond of taking them,—­men generally.  It seems to me they tell anything but the truth.  They try to tell what happens every evening, and they don’t tell one evening right.

There was our Free Evening Cooking-school.  We had a class of fourteen girls; and they admired it, and liked nothing better, and attended regularly.  But Ann Maria made out the report according to the average of attendance on the whole number of nights in the ten weeks of the school, one evening a week; so she gave the numbers 12-3/5 each night.

Now the fact was, they all came every night except one, when there was such a storm, nobody went,—­not even the teacher, nor Ann Maria, nor any of us.  It snowed and it hailed and the wind blew, and our steps were so slippery Amanda could not go out to put on ashes; ice even on the upper steps.  The janitor, who makes the fire, set out to go; but she was blown across the street, into the gutter.  She did succeed in getting in to Ann Maria’s, who said it was foolish to attempt it, and that nobody would go; and I am not sure but she spent the night there,—­at Ann Maria’s, I mean.  Still, Ann Maria had to make up the account of the number of evenings of the whole course.

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