This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1893. ... CHAPTER III. A WEEK passed, and Josephine began to think that life could be as monotonous in a large city as elsewhere. She had imagined that, in a boarding-house, there would be variety and society of some kind, but in her lodging-house, with the exception of a few strange silent beings on the stairs, she had seen no one but Mrs. Grosse, and the servant, Maggie. There was something to be seen at the diningroom, where she took her meals--a crowd of hungry persons, seemingly intent on dispatching their food as speedily as possible. Their conversation was not particularly edifying. There was not the "feast of reason and flow of soul" that she had vaguely imagined prevailed among even the busy class of Bostonians. They all talked "shop" when not discussing the viands. She feared she would not absorb much culture there. "Hardly to be expected," she mused, as she walked homeward at the end of a week; "everyone is so intent on personal matters, during business hours. It is only when one is free from care that the mind interests itself in things outside of its' own personal affairs." "Probably these persons, taciturn and hurried, and so intent on making the most of their time, as if life were too short to indulge in talking, have a fund of knowledge and wit, which they display only among congenial spirits, or in the privacy of the home circle. Would that they would draw upon it a little for my benefit." She ascended the steps of her lodging-house with a sigh. It had been a little dreary for Josephine that first week in a strange city. She removed her outside wraps and went in search of Mrs. Grosse, to pay her the small sum for her week's lodging. She found her disposed to chat. A few remarks in regard to trivial matters and then Mrs. Grosse said--"Do you expect ...