There are some who can't get along without _things_: clothes, and furniture, and carriages.

Ada Brown is that kind; sometimes I'm afraid Ellen is a little.

She takes after my family." "It is partly on account of Ellen that I want to get rich." "You mustn't take it too hard, Peter; we've always got along somehow, and nobody in Bloombury is very rich." Peter turned that over in his mind the whole of a raw and sleety February.

And one day when nobody came into the store from ten till four, and loose winds went in a pack about the village streets, casting up dry, icy dust where now and then some sharp muzzle reared out of the press as they turned the corners, he spoke to Mr.Greenslet about it.

It was so cold that day that neither the red apples in the barrels nor the crimson cranberries nor the yellowing hams on the rafters could contribute any appearance of warmth to the interior of the grocery.