Mrs.Witherspoon, with a smile of quiet happiness, stood at the foot of the stairs.
Ellen came out with a lithe skip and threw a kiss at him.

Witherspoon sat in the breakfast-room reading a morning newspaper.
"Well, my son, how do you find yourself this morning ?" the merchant asked, throwing aside the newspaper and stretching himself back in his chair.
"First-rate; but I had quite a time placing myself before I was fully awake." "I guess that's true of nearly everybody who comes to Chicago.

It makes no difference how wide-awake a man thinks he is, he will find when he comes to this city that he has been nodding." Breakfast was announced.

Ellen took Henry's hand and said: "Come, this is your place here by me.

Mother told me to sit near you; she wants me to check any threatened outbreak of your foreign peculiarities." "Ellen, what do you mean?
I didn't say anything of the sort, Henry.