Cornelia was very happy seeing him at it, whether a fireplace ever resulted or not. It was enough that he was interested and eager over it. And while she was waiting for her irons to heat, she sat down and wrote a bright little letter to her mother, telling how Carey was helping her put the house in order, although she carefully refrained from mentioning a fireplace, for she was still dubious about whether it would be a success. But late in the afternoon, after the lunch was cleared away, the dinner well started, and the beautifully laundered curtains spread out on the dining room couch ready for decoration, Carey called her down to the cellar and proudly showed her a large, neat, square section of masonry arising from the cellar floor beneath the parlor to the height of almost her shoulders and having its foundation down at proper depth for safety so he told her.“My! How you’ve worked, Carey! I think it’s wonderful you’ve accomplished so much in such a short time.”“Aw! That’s nothing!”
