like that in the other rooms, had passed through different hands. A multitude of frippery toilet articles, defaced by misuse, scattered the dresser among portraits of several different men in tinsel frames. There was a stand with medicines, a pallet for the nurse, a large bed. The room was filled with a heavy scent of perfume. As by degrees the objects in the room, which had appeared to him at first only as outlines, acquired distinctness, Peewee surveyed with disappointment the woman in the bed, who moved excitedly at sight of him. She was not now pretty, whatever she might once have been. Her blonde hair was drawn tightly back from a narrow forehead marked with fine blue veins; her full lips were cracked and puffed; her cheek bones seemed pushing through the tight drawn, hectic skin, and her eyes were startlingly wild and bright.
"She is very ill," the nurse whispered to him "Be careful."
"If you will go out!" the woman said to the nurse.
The nurse hesitated doubtfully.
