pair were to be seen walking at a quick pace along Charlotte
street, through King Square and out beyond the limits of the old
church-yard.

A neat and cosy cottage is reached, and a tidy looking domestic
answers the summons and smiles graciously as the coveted samples are
placed in her hand while she receives a full explanation of the
prices and the additional advice of Miss Lottie thrown in as extras.
The cottage has an air of neatness throughout. Its windows filled
with choice plants and gorgeous foliage lend a charm that impresses
one with the taste of the inmates. The spotless purity of the muslin
curtains and the transparency of the windows bespeak the thorough
cleanliness and comfort of this home-like little nest. And the
inviting parlor: it's furniture was neither elegant nor costly. The
plain mahogany chairs and straight-backed old-fashioned sofa were
well preserved. Not a particle of dust could be seen without the aid
of a microscope. And the beautifully polished andirons which had
done service in the family for many years, and seemed to assume an
air of importance over the less attractive articles grouped around.
A pretty little work-table with writing-desk combined stood at the
left side of the hearth. It was a gift from Phillip Lawson to sister
Lottie. It was the child's favorite seat, and that fact repaid the
brother more than the most extravagant praise.

The upright piano was not neglected. Piles of music lay near, and
the well-worn rug beneath showed that music had its charms for the
members of this household.

Reader, we will not weary you with minute details, but merely say,
such was the home of Phillip Lawson. In this abode he could look