Do you read novels too?
Remind me--and I'll lend you this one to-morrow." I expressed my acknowledgments, and withdrew.

At the door, I look round, saluting the lady of the house.

Mrs.Finch was promenading the room, with the baby in one hand and the novel in the other, and the dimity bedgown trailing behind her.
We ascended the stairs, and entered a bare white-washed passage, with drab-colored doors in it, leading, as I presumed, into the sleeping chambers of the house.
Every door opened as we passed; children peeped out at me, screamed at me, and banged the door to again.

"What family has the present Mrs.
Finch ?" I asked.

The decent elderly woman was obliged to stop, and consider.