I'm going to dust." "But I haven't seen this room before," ruminated David.
"Well, no," deigned Mrs.Holly, with just a touch of superiority.

"We don't use this room common, little boy, nor the bedroom there, either.
This is the company room, for ministers and funerals, and--" She stopped hastily, with a quick look at David; but the boy did not seem to have heard.
"And doesn't anybody live here in this house, but just you and Mr.
Holly, and Mr.Perry Larson ?" he asked, still looking wonderingly about him.
"No, not--now." Mrs.Holly drew in her breath with a little catch, and glanced at the framed portrait of a little boy on the wall.
"But you've got such a lot of rooms and--and things," remarked David.
"Why, daddy and I only had two rooms, and not hardly any THINGS.

It was so--different, you know, in my home." "I should say it might have been!" Mrs.Holly began to dust hurriedly, but carefully.

Her voice still carried its hint of superiority.
"Oh, yes," smiled David.

"But you say you don't use this room much, so that helps." "Helps!" In her stupefaction Mrs.Holly stopped her work and stared.
"Why, yes.