Book-case

On one side of the room was a large coffer, whose carving was worn smooth and shining with time; and on the other was a cumbrous book-case, filled with large and silver-clasped tomes.

The dim, dusty room, with the busts staring down from the tall book-cases, the cosy chairs, the globes, and, best of all, the wilderness of books, in which she could wander where she liked, made the library a region of bliss to her.

“And I want a little book-case, papa,” she said; “a little one, you know, just for my favouritest books; for, of course, the most of my books will be down in the library.” So a dear little book-case was bought, also of bird’s-eye maple, and a pretty little work-table, with a low chair to match.