When, at length, the kind madame left them, Sara looked about her with
an odd feeling, half forlorn, half thankful.
It was certainly a snug little haven, yet everything was so new and
strange she felt as if she could never get used to it. But, during the
next day or two, which was passed busily, getting the rooms into better
shape, she gradually grew accustomed to the odd contrivances, and
acknowledged their convenience. Mrs. Hoffstott came up, and kindly
offered her services, and the baby took such a fancy to the good-natured
German woman that he would hardly leave her for any one but Sara.
As to the little girls, they fraternized with Morton and Molly at once,
and introduced them to their home below, and their father's shop on a
neighboring street, before the day was over.
By Sunday morning--their flitting had been on a certain Thursday--
everything was in excellent order, and Sara had begun to feel that the
little flat was indeed home; so the blessed day was spent in the quiet
and rest they all needed. As they sat around the tiny grate in the
twilight, Morton looked slowly all about him. The room was square, with
a large double window in front, and a single one at the side. By the
madame's suggestion, and with her help, these windows and the mantel-
shelf had been prettily draped with inexpensive material, which was,
however, delicate in tint and pattern.
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