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"Harps and voices! " ejaculated Robert Black, quite unconscious of the source of his poetic expletive, "how are my poor little two hundred and thirty-one books going to make any kind of a showing here?"
Small wonder that he looked dismayed. He had just caught his first sight of the dignified manse study, with its long rows of empty black walnut bookcases stretching, five shelves high, across three sides of the large room. The manse, fortunately for a bachelor, was furnished as to the main necessities of living, but it wanted all the details which go to make a home. Though the study contained a massive black walnut desk and chair, a big leather armchair, a luxurious leather couch, and a very good and ecclesiastically sombre rug upon its floor, it seemed bare enough to a man who had lately left a warm little room of nondescript furnishing but most homelike atmosphere. To tell the truth, Black was feeling something resembling a touch of homesickness which seemed to centre in an old high-backed wooden rocking-chair cushioned with "Turkey red. " He was wondering if he might send for that homely old chair, and if he should, how it would look among these dignified surroundings.