The street door opens easily, the Chubb lock being the only fastening.
Miss Chubb's odd association of ideas was merely due to the fact that her thoughts were flying back to the rose-garden of youth.
But I am glad I had the courage to face Chubb's probable suspicions and possible contempt.
"Sit you down here, Mr. Johnson," said Chubb, moving an arm-chair.
The tears ran down Miss Chubb's cheeks, so copiously, as to imperil the little gummed curls that adorned her face.
