Shedoesn’tcallitthat。’Arkwright’sfaceandvoicesoftened。ItisHillside。Shestillkeepsitopen。ShecallsittheAnnextoherhome。She’sfilleditwithacrippledwoman，apoorlittlemusicteacher，alameboy，andAuntHannah。’
Buthow——extraordinary!’
Shedoesn’tthinkso。Shesaysit’sjustanoverflowhousefortheextrahappinessshecan’tuse。’
Therewasamoment’ssilence。Calderwelllaiddownhiscigar，pulledouthishandkerchief，andblewhisnosefuriously。Thenhegottohisfeetandwalkedtothefireplace。Afteraminuteheturned。
Well，ifsheisn’tthebeat’em!’hespluttered。