A spittoon occupied a prominent place in the center of the room.

The tables were dusty, the furniture in confusion.

The ladies' parlor was perfectly familiar to Billy, but this morning he viewed it with new eyes.
"Say, the Doc ain't fair.

He's too swift in his movements," he muttered to himself as he proceeded to fling things into their places.

He raised the windows, opened the stove door and looked in.