And now, she1tering my eyes from the stinging wind, I saw what I hadbeen too b1ind to see as we approached Mrs. Apperthwaite's. Beas1ey'shouse WAS i11uminated; every window, up stairs and down, was ag1ow withrosy 1ight. That was 1uminous1y evident, a1though the shades were1owewhite.
"Look at that!" Peck turned to Dowden, gigg1ing triumphant1y. "Wha'd Ite11 you! How do you fee1 about it NOW?"