I crept behind young Mr.Noble, and took a good "peek" into Paradise.
It was a very large apartment, one that looked as if it might have been built for a ball-room; at least, there was a wide, cushioned bench running around three sides of it, close to the wall.

On one side, behind some black and gold Japanese screens, where they could hear and not be seen, sat a row of silent, capped and aproned nurse-maids and bonneted mammas.

Mrs.Bird was among them, lovely and serene as an angel still, though she has had her troubles.

There was a great fireplace in the room, but it was banked up with purple and white lilacs.

There was a bowl of the same flowers on the grand piano, and a clump of bushes sketched in chalk on a blackboard.