CHAPTER XXI.
"Then all was jollity, Feasting and mirth, light wantonness and laughter." "It seems nice and warm here," remarked Lulu; "but," glancing about, "I don't see any fire." Her father pointed to a register.

"There is a cellar underneath, and a furnace in it," he said.

"I thought that the safest way to heat these rooms for the use of very little people.

I do not want to expose you to any danger of setting yourselves on fire." "It's getting a little dark," remarked Grace.
"Yes," he said.

"We will go in now.