"I was taught to believe that the sins of the fathers should be
visited on the children; but I believe, Carry, you're right."

"Bless you for that," exclaimed the furniture king. Then, groping in
the excess of his emotion for some fit expression of gratitude, he
bent forward and, taking Miss Rebecca's hand, pressed his lips upon
her fingers as an act of homage.

Miss Carry would have been justified in reflecting that it would have
been more fitting had he kissed her fingers instead. But she was used
to taking the second place in the household, and the happy expression
of her countenance suggested that her thoughts were otherwise engaged.




ACROSS THE WAY


The news that the late Mr. Cherrington's house on Saville Street had
been let for a school, within a few months after his death, could not
have been a surprise to any one in the neighborhood. Ten years before,
when Mr. Cherrington and those prominent in his generation were in
their heyday, Saville Street had been sacred to private residences
from one end to the other, but the tide of fashion had been drifting
latterly. There was already another school in the same block, and
there were scattered all along on either side of the street a
sprinkling of throat, eye, and ear doctors, a very fashionable
dressmaker or two, an up-town bank, and numerous apartments for
bachelors.