_ THE CALICO PAPER. - 197 Putty’s on the way home. Before dark we ’ll be all right, or T’ll cut my own acquaintance!” It is the truth that before dark we had bargained with Mr. Haspy, bargained with Mr. Putty, brought home a pale, pretty, simple green paper, as indefinite as a tint and far more durable, and with it had covered with our own hands the calico paper forever from mortal vision. The furniture was in, the cranberry cloth, ribbons, mats, and fixings, in their places; we added a green-thread mat from our own room, and Alta’s great green ivy, six yards long, to hang against the pallid undertint of the walls, — and mother, having cured her headache with a pellet of Nua, slept in her own room that night the sleep of the just.