It needed no genius to infer that these garnitures had not embellished the editorial chamber during Mr.Harkless's activity, but, on the contrary, had been put in place that very morning.

Mr.Fisbee had not known of the decorations, and, as his glance fell upon them, a faint look of pain passed over his brow; but the girl examined the room with a dancing eye, and there were both tears and laughter in her heart.
"How beautiful!" she cried.

"How beautiful!" She crossed the room and gave her hand to Ross.

"It is Mr.Schofield, isn't it?
The ribbons are delightful.

I didn't know Mr.Harkless's room was so pretty." Ross looked out of the window and laughed as he took her hand (which he shook with a long up and down motion), but he was set at better ease by her apparent unrecognition of the fact that the decorations were for her.