There was the staircase.

I walked down, took my hat, onbolted the outer door, and what a beautiful day was there.

I lit my cigar, I breathed freely, and I strolled down the avenue.
"The bushes glistened, and the grass glistened, and the air was sweet, and the birds sung, and there was natur' once more.

I walked to the lodge; they had breakfasted had the old folks, so I chatted away with them for a considerable of a spell about matters and things in general, and then turned towards the house agin'.

'Hallo!' sais I, 'what's this?
warn't that a drop of rain ?' I looks up, it was another shower by Gosh.
I pulls foot for dear life: it was tall walking you may depend, but the shower wins, (comprehens_ive_ as my legs be), and down it comes, as hard as all possest.