Saturday evening, when she was embittered by many disappointments, was no time to approach her with diplomatic negotiations.

I must go to her house on a day of good omen.
And I went, as soon as my father could give me a week's rent to take along.

I found Mrs.Hutch in the gloom of a long, faded parlor.
Divested of the ample black coat and widow's bonnet in which I had always seen her, her presence would have been less formidable had I not been conscious that I was a mere rumpled sparrow fallen into the lion's den.

When I had delivered the money, I should have begun my speech; but I did not know what came first of all there was to say.
While I hesitated, Mrs.Hutch observed me.

She noticed my books, and asked about them.