A fire is a deal of comfort on a wet, cool night.

I have lighted one in your bedroom too.' Evidently Mrs.Barton spared herself no trouble.

I was a fire-worshipper, and loved to see the ruddy flame lighting up all the odd corners, and I was glad to think both my rooms would be cheerful.

The parlour looked the picture of comfort; my piano was nicely placed, and the davenport, and the chair that I had sent with it.

A large old-fashioned couch was drawn across the window, the round table had a white cloth on it, and the tea-tray and a cottage loaf were suggestive of a meal.