They were all standing in the hall together, and she prolonged the awkward pause while she examined the permit.

"You are Mr.Woodburn ?" she asked, in a way that Alma felt implied he might not be.
"Yes, madam; from Charlottesboag, Virginia," he answered, with the slight umbrage a man shows when the strange cashier turns his check over and questions him before cashing it.
Alma writhed internally, but outwardly remained subordinate; she examined the other girl's dress, and decided in a superficial consciousness that she had made her own bonnet.
"I shall be glad to show you my rooms," said Mrs.Leighton, with an irrelevant sigh.

"You must excuse their being not just as I should wish them.

We're hardly settled yet." "Don't speak of it, madam," said the gentleman, "if you can overlook the trouble we awe giving you at such an unseasonable houah." "Ah'm a hoasekeepah mahself," Miss Woodburn joined in, "and Ah know ho' to accyoant fo' everything." Mrs.Leighton led the way up-stairs, and the young lady decided upon the large front room and small side room on the third story.

She said she could take the small one, and the other was so large that her father could both sleep and work in it.