CHAPTER I.
It had just struck nine from the cuckoo clock that hung over the mantelpiece in the dining-room, when Victorine brought in the halved watermelon and set it in front of Mr.Bessemer's plate.

Then she went down to the front door for the damp, twisted roll of the Sunday morning's paper, and came back and rang the breakfast-bell for the second time.
As the family still hesitated to appear, she went to the bay window at the end of the room, and stood there for a moment looking out.

The view was wonderful.

The Bessemers lived upon the Washington Street hill, almost at its very summit, in a flat in the third story of the building.

The contractor had been clever enough to reverse the position of kitchen and dining-room, so that the latter room was at the rear of the house.