He went back to his work, therefore, but he left the door partly open in order to enjoy the sight of the warm sunshine.

Now for Emblem's to have its door open, was much as if Mr.Emblem himself should so far forget his self-respect as to sit in his shirt-sleeves.

The shop had been rather dark, the window being full of books, but now through the open door there poured a little stream of sunshine, reflected from some far off window.

It fell upon a row of old eighteenth century volumes, bound in dark and rusty leather, and did so light up and glorify the dingy bindings and faded gold, that they seemed fresh from the binder's hands, and just ready for the noble purchaser, long since dead and gone, whose book plate they bore.

Some of this golden stream fell also upon the head of the assistant--it was a red head, with fiery red eyes, red eyebrows, bristly and thick, and sharp thin features to match--and it gave him the look of one who is dragged unwillingly into the sunlight.