"Do you know he talks already of going to work in a shipping office in order to help me ?" "It's a pity about his eyes." "There's nothing wrong except near-sightedness, but he'll have to wear glasses all his life." For a minute Miss Polly stitched almost furiously, while her small weatherbeaten face, with its grotesque features, was visited by an illumination that softened and ennobled its ugliness.

From living entirely in the lives of others, she had attained the spiritual serenity and detachment of a saint as well as the saint's immunity from the intenser personal forms of suffering.

Long habit had accustomed her to think of herself only in connection with somebody's need of her, and beyond this she hardly appeared as an individual existence even in her own secret reflections.

As far as it is possible to achieve absolute unselfishness in a world planned upon egoistic principles Miss Polly had achieved it; and the result was that she was almost perfectly happy.
"Fanny seems right set on goin' down to Twenty-third Street, don't she ?" she inquired, after an interval of musing.
"It's all because Carlie lives in the row, and by next year, after we've had all the trouble of moving, she'll find another bosom friend and want to go to Park Avenue." "It's a real comfortable sort of house, more like Richmond than New York, and I reckon we could get flowers to grow there just about as well as they did in Hill Street." "I don't like having those O'Haras on the lower floor.

If they are loud and common, it might be very disagreeable." "There ain't but one, a man, and he's hardly ever there, the caretaker's wife told me.