The woodwork was white, the floor green painted boards, with braided rag mats scattered over them.
There were old-fashioned pictures on the walls, pictures which brought shudders to the artistic soul of Atwood Graves.

A broad bay window filled one side of the apartment, and in this window, on shelves and in wire baskets, were Miss Baker's cherished and carefully tended plants.
As for the dining table, it was dark, old-fashioned walnut, as were the chairs.
"Set right down here, Mr.Graves," ordered the captain.

"I'll try to keep you supplied with solid cargo, and Abbie'll 'tend to the moistenin'.

Hope that teapot is full up, Abbie.

Hot tea tastes good after you've swallered as much cold rain as Mr.Graves and I have...
Father-we-thank-thee-for-these-mercies-set-before-us-Amen....