Snooky whined to stay up a little longer, but at last consented to go with her father.

They all bade Condy good-night and took themselves away, Howard lingering a moment in the door in the hope of the nickel he dared not ask for.

Maggie reappeared to clear away the table.
"Let's go in the parlor," suggested Travis, rising.

"Don't you want to ?" The parlor was the front room overlooking the street, and was reached by the long hall that ran the whole length of the flat, passing by the door of each one of its eight rooms in turn.
Travis preceded Condy, and turned up one of the burners in colored globe of the little brass chandelier.
The parlor was a small affair, peopled by a family of chairs and sofas robed in white drugget.

A gold-and-white effect had been striven for throughout the room.