several of the chairs sawed off, and made cushions for them, covered with
pieces of the chintz left from the lounge. The armchairs that looked at
each other from either side of the fireplace place, not being of velvet,
were made to sit in.

In one corner of the room, (there were five,) a fine-toned guitar rested
against the wall; in another, was a large fly-brush of peacock's feathers,
with a most unconscionable number of eyes. In the third, was Captain
Moore's sword and sash. In the fourth, was Mrs. Moore's work-basket, where
any amount of thimbles, needles, and all sorts of sewing implements could
be found. And in the fifth corner was the baby-jumper, its fat and habitual
occupant being at this time oblivious to the day's exertions; in point of
fact, he was up stairs in a red pine crib, sound asleep with his thumb in
his mouth.

One of Chickering's best pianos stood open in this wonderful little parlor,
and Mrs. Moore rung out sweet sounds from it evening after evening. Mrs. M.
was an industrious, intelligent Southern woman; before she met Captain
Moore, she had a sort of antipathy to dogs and Yankees; both, however,
suddenly disappeared, for after a short acquaintance, she fell desperately
in love with the captain, and allowed his great Newfoundland dog, (who had
saved the captain, and a great number of boys from drowning,) to lick her
hand, and rest his cold, black nose on her lap; on this evening Neptune lay
at her feet, and was another ornament of the parlor. Indeed, he should have
been mentioned in connection with the baby-jumper, for wherever the baby
was in the day time, there was Neptune, but he seemed to think that a
Newfoundland dog had other duties incumbent upon him in the evening than
watching babies, so he listened attentively to the music, dozing now and
then. Sometimes, during a very loud strain, he would suddenly rouse and
look intently at the coal-fire; but finding himself mistaken, that he had