I saved it because my sister Angelica, who lives in Syracuse, wrote me to look up a place where she might stay." They examined the address upon the card, and twenty minutes later, now close upon midnight, Matilda was pressing the bell of a house on the West Side.

Visible leadership Mrs.De Peyster had resigned to Matilda, for they were entering a remote and lowly world whose ways Mrs.
De Peyster knew not.

In all her life she had never been inside a boarding-house.
The door opened slightly.

A voice, female, interrogated Matilda.

Then they were admitted into a small hall, lighted by an electric bulb in a lantern of stamped sheet-iron with vari-colored panes and portholes.
From this hall a stairway ascended, and from it was a view into a small rear parlor, where sat a clergyman.