The man looked at the box.
"Where are you going to have it ?" he called.
"Put it in the back kitchen," cried his wife.
"You'd better have it where it's going to stop.

I don't want to hawk it about." "Put it on the floor against the dresser, Father.

Put it there," urged Millicent.
"You come and put some paper down, then," called the mother hastily.
The two children ran indoors, the man stood contemplative in the cold, shrugging his uncovered shoulders slightly.

The open inner door showed a bright linoleum on the floor, and the end of a brown side-board on which stood an aspidistra.
Again with a wrench Aaron Sisson lifted the box.

The tree pricked and stung.