An audible sigh escaped Lizzy Glenn, as she passed slowly out and left the store.

As she reached the pavement, she turned and looked back at Mrs.Gaston.Their eyes again met for an instant.
"Who is that young woman ?" asked Mrs.Gaston.
"Her name is Lizzy Glenn," replied Michael.
"Do you know any thing about her ?" "Nothing--only that she's a proud, stiff kind of a creature; though what she has to be proud of, is more than I can tell." "How long has she been working for you ?" "A couple of months or so, if I recollect rightly." "Where does she live ?" was Mrs.Gaston's next question.
"Michael gave her the direction, and then their intercourse had entire reference to business." After the subject of this brief conversation between Mrs.Gaston and Michael left the store of Mr.Berlaps, she walked slowly in the direction of her temporary home, which was, as has before been mentioned, in an obscure street at the north end.

It consisted of a small room, in an old brick house, which had been made by running a rough partition through the centre of the front room in the second story, and then intersecting this partition on one side by another partition, so as to make three small rooms out of one large one.
These partitions did not reach more than two-thirds of the distance to the ceiling, thus leaving a free circulation of air in the upper and unobstructed portion of the room.

As the house stood upon a corner, and contained windows both in front and on the end, each room had a window.

The whole were heated by one large stove.