There were a small table and six cane-seat chairs in the room, shades at the windows, two or three small pictures on the walls and some trifling ornaments on the mantel.

Everything was clean and the air of the room sweet.
"'This is my little Emma,' she said as a cleanly-dressed child came into the room; 'You remember she was in the school.' "I did remember her as a ragged, dirty-faced child, forlorn and neglected, like most of the children about here.

It was a wonderful transformation.
"'And now,' I said, 'tell me how all this has come about.' "'Well, you see, Mr.Paulding,' she answered, 'there was no use in John and me trying to be anything down there.

It was temptation on every hand, and we were weak and easily tempted.

There was nothing to make us look up or to feel any pride.