"What a pretty little apartment you have here! I have n't seen anything so cosy and homelike for ages." "Then make yourself at home in it," said Mrs.Oliver, while Polly joined in with, "Is n't that a pretty fire in the grate?
I 'll give you one rose-colored lamp with your firelight.

Here, mamacita, is the rocker for you on one side; here, Edgar, is our one 'man's chair' for you on the other.

Stretch out your feet as lazily as you like on my new goatskin rug.

You are our only home-friend in San Francisco; and oh, how mamma will spoil you whenever she has the chance! Now talk to each other cosily while the 'angel of the house' cooks dinner." It may be mentioned here that as Mrs.Chadwick's monthly remittances varied from sixty to seventy-five dollars, but never reached the promised eighty-five, Polly had dismissed little Yung Lee for a month, two weeks of which would be the Christmas vacation, and hoped in this way to make up deficiencies.

The sugar-bowl and ginger-jar were stuffed copiously with notes of hand signed "Cigar-box," but held a painfully small amount of cash.
"Can't I go out and help Polly ?" asked Edgar, a little later.