The hall was kind of gloomy before." "No gloom now!" said Bibbs.
"This statue in the corner is pretty, too," she remarked.

"Mamma and I bought that." And Bibbs turned at her direction to behold, amid a grove of tubbed palms, a "life-size," black-bearded Moor, of a plastic composition painted with unappeasable gloss and brilliancy.

Upon his chocolate head he wore a gold turban; in his hand he held a gold-tipped spear; and for the rest, he was red and yellow and black and silver.
"Hallelujah!" was the sole comment of the returned wanderer, and Edith, saying she would "find mamma," left him blinking at the Moor.

Presently, after she had disappeared, he turned to the colored man who stood waiting, Bibbs's traveling-bag in his hand.

"What do YOU think of it ?" Bibbs asked, solemnly.
"Gran'!" replied the servitor.