He looked with more satisfaction to where Miss Torrance sat at the little organ.

She presided over it with dignity and sweet seriousness.

She drew music even out of its squeaking keys.
A few days after that prayer meeting the student happened to be in the post-office.

It was a small, rough place; a wooden partition shut off the public from the postmistress and her helpers.

He was waiting for some information for which he had asked; he was forced to stand outside the little window in this partition.