Katharine stayed by herself in the little room.

The ceremony of ancestor-worship had been more than usually oppressive to her.

Moreover, the room was becoming crowded beyond the bounds of order.

Only that morning a heavily insured proof-sheet had reached them from a collector in Australia, which recorded a change of the poet's mind about a very famous phrase, and, therefore, had claims to the honor of glazing and framing.

But was there room for it?
Must it be hung on the staircase, or should some other relic give place to do it honor?
Feeling unable to decide the question, Katharine glanced at the portrait of her grandfather, as if to ask his opinion.