Around, in an orderly litter, yet stood on table or bench or shelf many of the matters that Alexander had gathered there in his boyhood.

In one corner was the furnace that when he was sixteen his father had let him build.

More recent was the oaken table in the middle of the room, two deep chairs, and shelves with many books.

After the warmth of the sun the place presented a grave, cool, brown harbor.
The two, entering, had each an arm over the other's shoulder.

Where they were known their friendship was famed.