The red glow behind the panes of the stove door faded into insignificance as the yellow radiance brightened.

The ugly portraits and the stiff old engravings on the wall retired into a becoming dusk.

The old-fashioned room became more homelike.
"Now won't you sit down ?" repeated Captain Cy.

"Take that rocker; it's the most comf'table one aboard--so Bos'n says, anyhow." Miss Phoebe took the rocker, under protest.

Her host remained standing.
"It's been a nice afternoon," he said.