He arrived in Philadelphia expecting to be told that 921 Ark Street was in a miserable lane of hovels.

He was even disappointed when it proved to be nothing of the sort.

It was an old house that had been in her husband's family for years.

An elderly aunt, who objected to having it sold, had put ten years' taxes with a lawyer and pranced off to Honolulu, leaving Clara to struggle with the heating-problem as best she could.

So no wild-haired woman with a hungry baby at her breast and a sad Amelia-like look greeted him.