It was such fun! And didn't you think we were fortunate to get such a pretty house?
You must see both our parlors." She jumped up, and her mother followed her with a bewildered look as she ran into the back parlor and flashed up the gas.
"Come in here, Mr.Beaton.I want to show you the great feature of the house." She opened the low windows that gave upon a glazed veranda stretching across the end of the room.

"Just think of this in New York! You can't see it very well at night, but when the southern sun pours in here all the afternoon--" "Yes, I can imagine it," he said.

He glanced up at the bird-cage hanging from the roof.

"I suppose Gypsy enjoys it." "You remember Gypsy ?" she said; and she made a cooing, kissing little noise up at the bird, who responded drowsily.

"Poor old Gypsum! Well, he sha'n't be disturbed.