Charlotte M Yonge

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THE scene was a drawing-room, with old-fashioned heavy sash windows opening on anarrow brick-walled town-garden sloping down to a river, and neatly kept. The samemight be said of the room, where heavy old-fashioned furniture, handsome but not new, was concealed by various flimsy modernisms, knicknacks, fans, brackets, chinaphotographs and water-colours, a canary singing loud in the window in the wintersunshine."Miss Prescott," announced the maid; but, finding no auditor save the canary, she retreated, and Miss Prescott looked round her with a half sigh of recognition of the surroundings. Shewas herself a quiet-looking, gentle lady, rather small, with a sweet mouth and eyes of hazel, in a rather worn face, dressed in a soft woollen and grey fur, with headgear to suit, andthere was an air of glad expectation, a little flush, that did not look permanent, on her thinchee