It was scented by a great beau-pot filled with roses; and, besides, the casement was open to the fragrant court.

Mr.Buxton was so large, and the parlor so small, that when he was once in, Maggie thought when he went away, he could carry the room on his back, as a snail does its house.
"And so, you are a notable little woman, are you ?" said he, after he had stretched himself (a very unnecessary proceeding), and unbuttoned his waistcoat, Maggie stood near the door, uncertain whether to go or to stay.
"How bright and clean you were making that glass! Do you think you could get me some water to fill it?
Mind, it must be that very glass I saw you polishing.

I shall know it again." Maggie was thankful to escape out of the room; and in the passage she met her mother, who had made time to change her gown as well as her cap.

Before Nancy would allow the little girl to return with the glass of water she smoothed her short-cut glossy hair; it was all that was needed to make her look delicately neat.

Maggie was conscientious in trying to find out the identical glass; but I am afraid Nancy was not quite so truthful in avouching that one of the six, exactly similar, which were now placed on the tray, was the same she had found on the dresser, when she came back from telling her mistress of Mr.Buxton's arrival.
Maggie carried in the water, with a shy pride in the clearness of the glass.