Still he wanted Green Valley housewives to go in and see if they could
think of anything that would make Mary's work easier. He had, he said,
tried to make that kitchen a livable kind of a room, a room that would
be easy on a woman's feet and back and restful to her heart.
In the library and scattered all about were samples of Hen Tomlins'
art. Hen was a rare workman, their minister told them. With his box
of tools and his cunning hands Hen had taken old, broken but still
beautiful heirloom furniture and refashioned it into new life and
beauty.
In his little study just off the library his Green Valley neighbors
would find all manner of oriental things, treasures gathered for him by
his wonderful mother and father and given to him by his many dear and
far-away Indian friends. He had put little cards on the articles,
explaining their history and uses.
For the babies there were big, quiet, safe rooms upstairs, and for the
young people there was the hall and the back sitting room, the piano,
the music box and Timothy Williams. Timothy was the man who up till
the day before yesterday had owned and run the poolroom. But he wasn't
in the poolroom business any more. He was now his, John Knight's,
assistant and friend.
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