room, and just big enough for a single bed—this must be for Juliet," decided one voice, and echoed many others, as they passed out of the back room into a small apartment fitted up with presses and drawers, and ventilated and lighted by glazed panels above the doors. On the second floor were three rooms, in the largest a Franklin; and Mrs. Aikin, remembering Mr. Beck with had made inquiries as to what mode of warming her room Charlotte preferred, at once assigned this to her. "To be sure this is Aunt Lottie's," said little Ruth; "there is the very picture, Aunt Lottie, you was explaining to me at the print-shop window when Mrs. Beckwith stopped to speak to us."
"'Christ healing the sick' is the right picture for your room, Lottie," said her sister.
"Oh, Mrs. Beckwith is too good," said the grateful Lottie.
"Mrs. Beckwith is very good, but nothing in the world is too good for you. Aunt Lottie;" and, "No, indeed!" and, "No, indeed!" was echoed by the children.
We must not detain our readers with further particulars; suffice it to say, the rooms were well ventilated; presses and drawers abounded; the kitchen had every convenience to facilitate order and lighten labour; there was a pump, that supplied water from a copious cistern—drain—a large pantry, and close cupboards, &c. &;c.; and all the conveniences, from garret to cellar, producing such an amount of comfort to a worthy family, did not, as Mr. Beckwith demonstrated by his accounts, cost so much as many a single article of ornamental furniture, nor twice as much as a
