The carpet was littered and unswept, the chairs were at sixes and sevens, and a baby's crib, wherein a very new and pink infant reposed, stood in the middle of the room.
The young woman sat at the window gazing sullenly out at the dismal night for upwards of an hour, in all that time hardly moving.

Presently there was a tap at the door, and an instant after, it opened, and a smart young person entered and began briskly laying the cloth for supper.

The young person was the landlady's daughter, and the girl at the window only gave her one glance, and then turned unsocially away.
"Ain't you lonesome here, Mrs.Stanford, all alone by yourself ?" asked the young person, as she lit the lamp.

"Mother says it must be awful dull for you, with Mr.Stanford away all the time." "I am pretty well used to it," answered Mrs.Stanford, bitterly.

"I ought to be reconciled to it by this time.