built up with great high buildings that make the cottage look like a doll-baby house."
"Yes, I have been there often," put in Philip. "I had the honor of bumping my head on three different lintels in the Poe cottage, but I am too tall for a doll-baby house."
"I am so glad you know the place. You can understand how nice it was to go there and get in what Daddy called 'another atmosphere' after Mamma had been quarreling so loud. Daddy told me all about Poe and recited a lot of his poetry, and told me when I got a little older I could read all his tales. I have read them all now, even 'The Murders in the Rue Morgue,' but I had fearful dreams after it, and thought an orang-outang had come up the Mygatts' fire escape and carried off Daddy.
"Well, then we started home, having comforted each other a whole lot and decided we would try to be mighty nice to poor Mamma, who didn't mean to be so cross. Daddy got a box of chocolates for her, and I borrowed some money from him and bought a bunch of violets from a man on the corner. They were not quite fresh, but they smelled fine, and I thought Mamma would not notice how they looked she would be so glad we were home. And Daddy got some French chops for dinner, and some
