The world of art was beginning to take notice, and to adjust its spectacles for a more critical glance.

This "Face of a Girl" by Henshaw bade fair to be worth while.
Below Bertram's cheery second floor were the dim old library and drawing-rooms, silent, stately, and almost never used; and below them were the dining-room and the kitchen.

Here ruled Dong Ling, the Chinese cook, and Pete.
Pete was--indeed, it is hard telling what Pete was.

He said he was the butler; and he looked the part when he answered the bell at the great front door.

But at other times, when he swept a room, or dusted Master William's curios, he looked--like nothing so much as what he was: a fussy, faithful old man, who expected to die in the service he had entered fifty years before as a lad.
Thus in all the Beacon Street house, there had not for years been the touch of a woman's hand.