CHAPTER IX.
HAPPINESS BY PROXY.
The window of Peter's office faced east, and the rays of the morning sun shining dazzlingly in his eyes forced him back to a consciousness of things mundane.

He rose, and went downstairs, to find the night watch-man just opening the building.

Fortunately he had already met the man, so that he was not suspected as an intruder; and giving him a pleasant "good-morning," Peter passed into the street.

It was a good morning indeed, with all that freshness and coolness which even a great city cannot take from a summer dawn.

For some reason Peter felt more encouraged.