They seemed to light it up.

The rapid talk bubbled like music.
"Hoop and book--book and hoop! Oh yes.

Good boy, very good boy," said Abel, laughing.

"I should think it was a portrait of the young Dr.
Peewee--the wee Peewee, Miss Hope," said the audacious youth, sliding, as it were, unconsciously and naturally into greater familiarity.

"Ah! I know you know all his sermons by heart, for you never look away from him.
What on earth are they all about ?" What a contrast to Gabriel's awkward silence of the moment before! Such a handsome face! such a musical voice! In the midst of it all Hiram was heard remonstrating outside: "Don't, Sir, don't! You'll--you'll--something will happen, Sir." There was a moment's scuffling and trampling, and Christopher Burt, restrained by Hiram, burst into the room.