It looks to me like the only bottle, the
last of its case, and it does seem a bit of a shame; but more shame
for the miser who hoards in his cellar what was meant for mankind!
Come, Bunny, lead the way. This baby is worth nursing. It would
break my heart if anything happened to it now!"
So we celebrated my first night in the furnished house; and I slept
beyond belief, slept as I never was to sleep there again. But it
was strange to hear the milkman in the early morning, and the
postman knocking his way along the street an hour later, and to be
passed over by one destroying angel after another. I had come down
early enough, and watched through the drawing-room blind the
cleansing of all. the steps in the street but ours. Yet Raffles had
evidently been up some time; the house seemed far purer than
overnight as though he had managed to air it room by room; and from
the one with the gas-stove there came a frizzling sound that
fattened the heart.
I only would I had the pen to do justice to the week I spent in-doors
on Campden Hill! It might make amusing reading; the reality for me
was far removed from the realm of amusement.
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