I had no hesitation which direction to take, being guided by the sound of
voices and wafts of penetrating odors.
It was a fortunate direction, for I discovered on the way my lost apparel
artfully concealed under a small melodeon, and, strangely enough, I was
again brought face to face with my deserted couch and the weeping lady on
the wall. She held me a moment with the old fascination. As I put up my
glasses, I thought I detected in her face a hitherto unnoticed buoyancy
of expression and not having wholly escaped in my life from ideas of a
worldly nature, I reflected that, probably, her regretted consort had
left her with a sufficient number of thousands.
In this same connection, I was reminded that I, myself, had started out
on an independent career, and wondered if it would be unkind or undutiful
in me to start a private bank account of my own. I concluded that it
would not.
When I entered the little room where the Keeler family was assembled:--
"Why, here's our teacher!" exclaimed Grandma Keeler in accents of
delight, and came to meet me with outstretched arms. "We couldn't abear
to wake ye up, dearie," she went on, "knowin' ye was so tired this
mornin'; and there's plenty o' time--plenty o' time.
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