Resuming his walk, after a few minutes he reached his own home.

As he passed through, the gate closed of itself after him, clanging loudly.

He went rather unsteadily up the narrow path that led to his front door and entered.
The baby was asleep in the cradle.

Slyme had gone up to his own room, and Ruth was sitting sewing by the fireside.

The table was still set for two persons, for she had not yet taken her tea.
Easton lurched in noisily.