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' I suppose
it did look bleak to her eyes, especially at this season. Well,
well, some day Susie will go to the city to stay, and then it will
be Bleak House sure enough."
"Oh, father," cried his daughter when, after doing his evening
work, he entered with the shadow of his thoughts still upon his
face--"oh, father, mother says I can choose my birthday present!"
"Yes, Sue; I've passed my word."
"And so I have your bond. My present will make you open your
eyes."
"And pocket-book too, I suppose. I'll trust you, however, not to
break me. What is it to be?"
"I'll tell you the day before, and not till then."
After supper they drew around the stove. Mrs. Banning got out her
knitting, as usual, and prepared for city gossip. The farmer
rubbed his hands over the general aspect of comfort, and
especially over the regained presence of his child's bright face.
"Well, Sue," he remarked, "you'll own that this room IN the house
doesn't look very bleak?"
"No, father, I'll own nothing of the kind. Your face and mother's
are not bleak, but the room is.


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