I prefer staying at home, I thank you." "As you please," Kate said, and went off to dress.
Rose got a novel, and sat down at the upper half window to mope and read.

The morning was dark and overcast, the leaden sky threatened snow, and the wailing December wind was desolation itself.

The house was very still; faint and far off the sound of Eeny's piano could be heard, and now and then a door somewhere opening and shutting.

Ogden came from Mr.
Richards' apartment, locked the door after him, put the key in his pocket, and went away.

Rose dropped her book and sat gazing at that door--that Bluebeard's chamber--that living mystery in their common-place Canadian home.