" You do not see any improvements you would make?" Miss Harding's smile turned mischievous. " Not at present. But I should have to see the inside. That is where ladies really excel, you know, in curtains and cushions and such." " Indeed," David murmured, remembering how Maude had filled the London house with bolts and piles of fabrics and wallpapers and pillows the instant they arrived. Everything in the very latest style. And then he thought of Emma's cosy sitting room, all books and family portraits and dog beds. "