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"Good-night, dearest, be brave," whispered Dick. And then as he unlocked and opened the door, he could not forbear smiling at Adam and wishing him a good-night, with pleasant dreams. Mother Gray and her husband were sitting before a cheery fire in their little parlor, at the Institution for Helping the Unemployed.
He ushered us into his little study, or parlor, or both, a very forlorn room, with poor paper-hangings and carpet, few books, no pictures that I remember, and an awful lack of upholstery.
Jacob Cluyme sniffed a little as he was ushered into Miss Crane's best parlor, it was perhaps because of she stuffy dampness of that room. Mr. Cluyme was one of those persons the effusiveness of whose greeting does not tally with the limpness of their grasp.
Dyer came in, and manoeuvred her husband out into the passage; after some loudly suggestive whispering there, she succeeded in getting him into the kitchen, and shut the door. Arnold got up soon after that, and said good-evening. Miss Newell remained in the parlor for some time, after he had gone, moving softly about.
He paused a moment, then resumed with weary infliction: "Mrs. Norcross has always been delicate, and all her children even her son take after her. I've maintained a private and very expensive hospital for nearly thirty years." This regretful note in his father's voice gave Wayland confidence. His spirits rose. "Come, let's adjourn to the parlor and talk things over at our ease."
The old man said that if she had corns, a pair of shoes about two sizes too small would cause her mind to dwell on him a good deal. The boy said shoes wouldn't do. The old man hesitated a moment, scratched his head, and finally said: "I have it! I suppose, sir, when you are alone with her, in the parlor, you put your arm around her waist; do you not, sir?"
She kept her little parlor as pretty and inviting as her limited materials permitted, and with a growing imperiousness gave the rest of the family, and especially her father, to understand that this parlor was her domain, and that she would permit no intrusion.
I said, taking her hand and drawing her through the low window on to the piazza. "Yes," she replied, "and instead of that " "Well, instead of that?" I repeated, seeing she paused. "Instead of that, it was in that old parlor of ours. I have never had a nice time since we took it two weeks ago, odious green place! I detest green furniture; it is so unbecoming," she said pathetically.
Edwin Percy spent many hours on the luxurious lounge in the parlor, where Cap was careful to place a stand with chocolate, cigars, wax matches and his favorite books.
But Susy pushed past Tom and held out her hand. "Oh, Kathleen," she said, "I am glad you have come. You'd best come into the shop with me; there's company in the parlor, and I don't think you'd care about it." Kathleen, of course, was just as pleased to stay in the shop with Susy as to go into any other part of the house; but just then Mrs.
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