Guy Hammersley; or, Clearing his Name — page 158: what you’re looking at

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GUY HAMMERSLEY. 149 The ladies groaned in spirit on the threshold when they beheld the narrowness and steepness of the stairs, but the rooms were sunny, and, although the furni- ture was plain, everything was neat and clean. They had been occupied by a Southern gentleman and his wife. He had been ordered South for his health, and they were anxious to start as soon as pos- sible, and readily acquiesced in Mrs. Hammersley’s wish to move in at once. So the thirty dollars was paid over, a cot purchased for Harold—the rooms were large, so that there was plenty of space forit in Guy’s and Ward’s apartment, and it could be folded up and placed under the bed in daytime—and by six o’clock that night ‘‘the as- sorted family,” as Ward dubbed them, were estab- lished in their new quarters. They were very merry that firstnight. Ruth could cook as well as she could play the violin, and Harold greatly enjoyed shopping for dinner and breakfast with his mother. Mrs. Maddern, the for- mer tenant, had left her piano, and when the dishes were washed and put away, Ruth got out her violin, and with Ward for accompanist and Mrs, Ham- mersley as prima donna, they gave a little impromptu concert for their house warming. It was certainly very cozy when you once got in- side. There were rugs on the floors, which had been stained a dark red, and some good engravings on the walls, while a general supply of books scattered about gave an air of refinement and culture to the rooms. Mrs. Maddern had been forced to leave behind her Gomicboo CS (E(0) m