In return, Juliana's place at an oblique angle of the fireside was disputed by a truculent cabinet with bandy legs.

There was a never-ending quarrel between Juliana and that piece of furniture, in which Mrs.Moon took the part of the furniture.

Her own world had shrunk to a square yard between the window and the fire.

There she sat and dreamed among her household gods, smiling now and then under the spell of the dream, or watched her companion with critical disapproval.

She had accepted Juliana's devotion as a proper sacrifice to the gods; but for Juliana, or Louisa for the matter of that, she seemed to have but little affection.