I saw you come past the house, and I thought you walked as if you didn't feel well, so I thought I would run out and see." "I was all right," replied Andrew.

"Have you got to try on anything more to-night ?" "No." "Well, then, let's run into grandma's a minute." "All right," said Ellen.
Mrs.Zelotes was sitting at her front window in the dusk, looking out on the street, as was her favorite custom.

The old woman seldom lit a lamp in the summer evening, but sat there staring out at the lighted street and the people passing and repassing, with her mind as absolutely passive as regarded herself as if she were travelling and observing only that which passed without.

At those times she became in a fashion sensible of the motion of the world, and lost her sense of individuality in the midst of it.

When her son and granddaughter entered she looked away from the window with the expression of one returning from afar, and seemed dazed for a moment.
"Hullo, mother!" said Andrew.
The room was dusky, and they moved across between the chairs and tables like two shadows.
"Oh, is it you, Andrew ?" said his mother.