all be very comfortable."

I took the lamp and led the way--my wife, Mousie, and Merton
following--first across a little hall, from which one stairway led
to the upper chambers and another to the cellar. Opening a door
opposite the living-room, I showed Winifred her parlor. Cosey and
comfortable it looked, even now, through Mr. and Mrs. Jones's kind
offices. A Morning Glory stove gave out abundant warmth and a rich
light which blended genially with the red colors of the carpet.

"Oh, how pretty I can make this room look!" exclaimed my wife.

"Of course you can: you've only to enter it."

"You hurt your head when you fell out of the wagon, Robert, and are
a little daft. There's no place to sleep here."

"Come to the room over this, warmed by a pipe from this stove."

"Ah, this is capital," she cried, looking around an apartment which
Mrs. Jones had made comfortable. "Wasn't I wise when I decided to
come home? It's just as warm as toast. Now let the wind blow--Why, I
don't hear it any more."

"No, the gale has blown itself out. Finding that we had escaped, it
got discouraged and gave up. Connected with this room is another for
Mousie and Winnie. By leaving the door open much of the time it will
be warm enough for them. So you see this end of the house can be
heated with but little trouble and expense. The open fire in the
living-room is a luxury that we can afford, since there is plenty of