Her father had a three-fourths interest in a carpet-cleaning establishment on Howard Street, and her mother gave lessons in painting on china and on velvet.

Ida had just been graduated from the normal school, and often substituted at various kindergartens in the city.

She hoped soon to get a permanent place.
Vandover arrived at Ida's house that night at about eight o'clock in the midst of a drenching fog.

The parlour and front room on the second floor were furnished with bay windows decorated with some meaningless sort of millwork.

The front door stood at the right of the parlour windows.