Without dwelling upon details, it is sufficient to say that before sunset the two sisters found themselves installed in a pretty and cosey home in a much better part of the city. There was a parlor, fronting on the street, a kitchen, and there were three sleeping-rooms, so that each of the little family could have one. The parlor contained a piano, a bookcase, well filled—this had not belonged to the recent tenants, but was supplied, without the knowledge of Rose, by Miss Wilmot.
Adeline uttered a cry of delight as she went from room to room.
"It is delightful!" she said.
"Here is an easy-chair for you," said Miss Wilmot. "It will be more comfortable than a rocking-chair, even."
This, too, had been added by the thoughtful spinster.
"Now open the piano and let me hear you play," said Miss Wilmot.
While Rose was playing, her benevolent friend nodded approvingly more than once.
"You'll do," she said. "I confess I had some doubts about your qualifications as a teacher, but I can see that you are a brilliant performer."
"If I can obtain pupils, I hope to suit," said Rose, modestly.