This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1905. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER V Mrs. Duane Arrives in America Marjokie did come by the Furnessia, having run over to Scotland in order to buy some wonderful woollens for her sister Sally's trousseau; Sally was to be married to Tom Eckford very soon now. Not having cabled to her husband, there was no expectation of being met. It was just about a quarter of an hour after Billy and Dan Satterlee had left the Madison Avenue house, that the cab rattled up containing the mistress, the lad, and the maid. The five floors were a blaze of light, the sidewalk was extremely dirty and littered with ballots, cigar stumps, burnt matches and so forth. At least a score of men, mostly with hats on the backs of their heads or over one eye, huddled about the area, walk, and indeed sat peacefully smoking on the stoop! Certainly this was not her house; there must be a mistake; but no, it was her house, there shone the familiar numbers above the door. She got out of the cab, followed by the boy and the maid, and the cabman carried the satchels and parcels and rugs; the trunks could not be gotten before the next morning. The men on the walk and on the stoop edged aside, but did not move away, for her to pass. Too proud to question, or to betray the sign even of uneasiness, she touched the bell; the door flew open and an excited-looking individual stared out at her inquiringly. She sailed in without a word, not knowing if she were awake or dreaming. Rebecca, the old housekeeper, then loomed up in the hallway and the welcome home was vigorous and heartfelt enough at least. "Things ain't as they should be, Sirs. Duanc," murmured the woman, "but of course you understand?" nodding sagely. Marjorie nodded too, but not a syllable of questioning would pass those trembling red lips. "We'll know the result, ma...