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96 LAURA BRAYTON. CHAPTER XVIII. LAURA’S NEW HOME. Neat—the very essence of neatness. You might know that it was the abode of innocence and purity ataglance. Yet the room had very httle furniture, very little ornament init. There was a small table, covered with a white cloth, with two snow-white plates and cups and saucers for two on it. A single loaf of bread, a plate of cold sliced meat, a tiny plate of butter, were also to be seen. A small, the very smallest-sized cooking-stove, polished until it could have well served for a mirror, stood on one side, and on it stood a tea-kettle, steaming hot, and a little Britannia tea-pot which shone like silver. There were only six chairs in the room, a small work-stand, a box to contain coal, and another for kindling-wood. A wooden water-pail, with brass hoops bright enough to pass for gold, stood in one corner. On the ledge of the only window which opened on a dreary mass of brick—a huge ware- » house it seemed in the rear—were three flower-pots, each containing a little rosebush in bloom. The floor had no carpet on it, but it was as white almost as the table-cloth. One corner of the room was curtained off, but between the center of the two curtains, a little drawn apart, one could get a glimpse of two little cot beds, each covered with a white counterpane. The reader sees no one in this room, for if there was we could not pause to par. Heularize so Closely. co EComicbooks