They all lived in the big front room on the top floor of Grandpa Winslow’s old-fashioned house near Washington Square. They had lived there for so long that Molly and Maud--who were only nine and seven--could not remember ever having lived anywhere else. But Dulcie--who was nearly twelve--and Daisy--who was ten and a half--had dim memories of a very different home--a home that was always bright and happy, and in which the grim figures of Grandma Winslow and her daughter, Aunt Kate, played no part. It was more than five years since their father had brought his four little motherless girls from the Western town where they were born, to the stately, gloomy old house near Washington Square. It …
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