Seated, or rather reclining, near the lower window is Maude Bereford, a young girl, graceful and intelligent, but possessing no claim to rare beauty.

A second glance increases your approbation.

Goodness of heart is indelible upon that face.

The other occupant is a lady about sixty years of age.

Time had been generous in its demands by drawing small usury from his allotted spoliations.