some way as he put the paste on. Yes, Iâm sure he did. . . . I can see him in my mindâs eye now, going up the stepladder with the paper folded and letting it unfold, section by section, as he went along. Oh, my! Iâd nearly forgotten! When he had a ceiling to do he used to put a plank up on two chairs, so he could walk along it as he spread the paper out. Son, do you have any idea as to where you might get hold of a good stout plank?â
âYes, maâam,â I told her, âweâve got one at the store that I used when I was washing the ceiling. Shall I run and get it before closing time?â
âAnd youâll have to get another stepladder, too,â Grace interrupted. âThis ceiling is ten feet high, so chairs wouldnât be any good, or boxes, or anything like that.â
âI donât know where Iâd find another stepladder,â I told her, âbut I could bring the ladder I use when I wash the windows. Itâs not very tall and . . .â
âNever mind the details, but run along and get them quickly,â Mother told me. âWe have no time to waste if weâre going to finish papering this kitchen tonight. Iâll have the paste ready by the time youâre back.â
I couldnât hurry very much with the heavy plank and the ladder. When I reached home with them Grace was just starting to paste one end of a long strip of paper, while Mother held the rest of it in her arms. âGood!â Mother said. âIâm glad you got here just when you did. You might run around and draw the paper along on the table as Gracie pastes it.â
I drew until I was tight against the wall, but Grace had been able to paste only as far as the middle of the strip. âNow just stop a moment and let me think,â Mother told us. âFather never used to get his paper strung out like this. He folded the sheet in some manner, and Iâm sure he kept it all right on the table as he pasted. But then, we never had so big a ceiling to cover. Gracie, suppose you help Ralph fold that pasted portion together smoothly. Donât let it touch this dirty floor.â
If weâd both had four hands, or if our arms had been six feet long, we might have been able to do what Mother told us. As it was, we made sort of a mess of it. Before we had the paper folded back, weâd dragged it on the floor three or four times, put nearly a dozen wrinkles in it, and had paste clear up to our wrists.
âDonât feel badly,â Mother told us. âIâm sure that when itâs on the ceiling any soiled spots will sponge right off, and the creases will smooth out easily with a little brushing. Gracie, if youâd just fold that half over loosely a few times, Ralph could hold it in his arms while we paste the other end.â
Motherâs face looked puzzled as she drew the strip across the table while Grace slapped on the paste. But when sheâd reached the far wall she sang out, âNow I remember how itâs done! This part has to be folded over so that both ends meet at the middle. In that way the whole outside is left dry, then it is simply folded back and forth accordion-fashion from each end. Gracie, if youâll take one of these corners weâll lift this end high and walk forward until it will meet the part Ralphâs holding.â
Motherâs idea seemed to be a good one, but neither her arms nor Graceâs were long enough to reach that high. The loop hit the floor and the two pasted sides stuck together before the ends would come within two feet of meeting.
âHmmmmmf!â Mother sniffed, as she stood pinching her lips and looking at the sticky place between the two ends. âWeâll have to go back and try it again. Ralph, try to hold your end real tightly while we get this unstuck.â
I braced my stomach against the table while Grace and Mother pulled and the pasted sides came apart
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