Uncle Edward was as curious as a woman, and the door remained ajar.

He tried to read, but the words conveyed no meaning to his mind, which became more and more frowningly intent upon the fact of Jacqueline's weeping.

What had the child to weep for?
He determined to send to Richmond to-morrow for a certain watch which he had in his mind,--plain gold with J.C.upon it in pearls.

He reflected with satisfaction that Cary as well as Churchill began with a C.
The glass door led by a flight of steps down to the flower garden.

Deb came up the steps and into the library.