You think!" Martha, she says: "Danny, it wouldn't be honourable to listen." "Martha," I tells her, "after the way you and me went and jilted each other, what kind of senses of honour have WE got to brag about ?" She remembers that the spare bedroom is right over the sitting room.
The house is heated with stoves in the winter time.

There is a register right through the floor of the spare bedroom and the ceiling of the sitting room.

Not the kind of a register that comes from a twisted-around shaft in a house that uses furnace heat.

But jest really a hole in the floor, with a cast-iron grating, to let the heat from the room below into the one above.

She says she guesses two people that wasn't so very honourable might sneak into the house the back way, and up the back stairs, and into the spare bedroom, and lay down on their stummicks on the floor, being careful to make no noise, and both see and hear through that register.