"
"Second thoughts are never as much fun as first thoughts," I urged.
"Second thoughts are always so sensible and reasonable and approved
of."
"How do you know?" asked my sister, witheringly. "You never waited for
any."
The next day we moved. Everybody said our rooms were charming, and
that they were cheap, for I told how much we paid, much to my sister's
disgust. She is _such_ a lady.
"We have cut down our expenses so much," I said, looking around on the
drab walls and the dun-colored carpets, "don't you think we might have
a few flowers?"
"I believe you took this place for the balcony, so that you could put
daisies around the edge and in the window-boxes!" she cried.
"No, I didn't. But the houses in London are so pretty with their
flowers. Don't you think we might have a few?"
"Well, go and get them. I've got to write the home letter to-day if it
is to catch the Southampton boat."
I came home with six huge palms, two June roses, some pink heather, a
jar of marguerites, and I had ordered the balcony and window-boxes
filled. My sister helped me to place them, but when her back was
turned I arranged them over again.
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