I had a little room of my own there, where I was as much at home as I was at Mrs.Linwood's.
There was a place for my bonnet and parasol, a shelf for my books, a low rocking-chair placed at the pleasantest window for me; and, knowing Mrs.
Harlowe's methodical habits, I was always careful to leave every thing, as I found it, in Quaker-like order.

This was the smallest return I could make for her hospitality, and she appreciated it far beyond its merits.

The good doctor, with all his virtues, tried the patience of his wife sometimes beyond its limits, by his excessive carelessness.

He _would_ forget to hang his hat in the hall, and toss it on the bright, polished mahogany table.

He _would_ forget to use the scraper by the steps, or the mat by the door, and leave tracks on the clean floor or nice carpet.