“Oh, they’re furnished?”

“Complete. Down to the kettle covers and the linen and all. The work there would just be play. All the comforts of a home, with none of the terrible aggravations.”

“Say, look here, Coral, we don’t want to go to work and live in any one room. You wouldn’t be happy. Why, we’d feel cooped up. No room to stretch� . Why, say, how about the beds? If there isn’t a bedroom how about the beds? Don’t people sleep in those places?”

“There are Murphy beds, silly.”

“Murphy? Who’s he?”

“Oh, goodness, I don’t know! The man who invented ‘em, I suppose. Murphy.”