You can see the window through the place that was left when we had the dead walnut tree cut down.

She looks up and down the street, but mostly at father's and over here.

Sometimes she forgets to put out the light in her room, and there she is, spying away for all the world to see!" However, Fanny made no effort to observe this spectacle, but continued her creaking.

"I've always thought her a very good woman," she said primly.
"So she is," Isabel agreed.

"She's a good, friendly old thing, a little too intimate in her manner, sometimes, and if her poor old opera-glasses afford her the quiet happiness of knowing what sort of young man our new cook is walking out with, I'm the last to begrudge it to her! Don't you want to come and look at her, George ?" "What?
I beg your pardon.