And how pretty the Woodhouse girls' parlor looked! Mr.Denner was as slow to recognize the fact that Miss Deborah and Miss Ruth were no longer young as they were themselves.

Just now he thought only of the home-life in their old house, and the comfort, and the peace.

What quiet, pleasant voices the sisters had, and how well Miss Deborah managed, and how delightfully Miss Ruth painted! How different his own life would have been if Gertrude Drayton--Ah, well! The little gentleman sighed again, and then, drawing his big key from his pocket, let himself into the silent hall, and crept quietly up-stairs..