She also had him hang her newly constructed curtains in both her room and Daisy’s. He wasn’t certain what he’d expected to see when he stepped into Daisy’s bedchamber, but he found himself surprised by the almost monastic simplicity of it. The bed was covered by her bedroll only—there were no sheets or coverlets, and no pillows. A small braided rug sat on the floor next to the bed, and two large crates served as tables. One held a Bible and lamp, the other a hairbrush and a small wooden horse. Her clothing—what there was of it—hung on pegs on the wall across from her bed. If he’d expected her to be embarrassed or apologetic, he was mistaken in that, as well. While he hung the curtains, she explained to Abigail, with some pride, how she’d made the mattress herself, as well as the braided rug that served as Kip’s bed, and how the wooden horse was carved by her father and given to her as a gift when she was six. She truly seemed content with what she had.
