Scattered about the room on top of bookcases and shelves were the usual beloved bits of bronze and statuary, Dante's head, the Nike, with widespread wings, busts of Emerson, Longfellow, Lowell, Whitman, Whittier, Mrs.Stowe, Louisa Alcott, and a beautiful bowed head of Mrs; Browning, her curls half-shadowing her face.
Marcelle had a volume of "Treasure Island" in her hand, illustrated in color.

She turned in surprise at the touch of Kit's hand on her shoulder.
"I thought we could walk down towards the bluff together, because we go the same way," said the latter.

"How do you like it here ?" "I like it," responded Marcelle, slowly, with a certain dignified shyness that was characteristic of her.

"My mother has told me all about it.

She liked the library when she was here.