It was a little square house, built of stone, on which the old builder had lavished all his skill and care, so that in it everything was perfect, with a garden both in front and behind.

The floors were laid in oak, the little hall was oak-panelled, there were hot and cold water in every room, and so forth.

Moreover, an odd man was waiting to carry in his things, and in one of the front sitting-rooms, which was excellently furnished, sat Mrs.Parsons knitting as though she had been there for years.
"Here you are," she said, "just as I was beginning to get tired of having nothing to do.

Lord! what a fuss we make about things before we face 'em.

After all they ain't nothing but bubbles.