The command invested Mr.Barnes' nose with a kind of sanctity.

Indeed it became one of the treasures of my imagination.
That evening I was chiefly interested in the stove.

What a joy it was to me with its damper and griddles and high oven and the shiny edge on its hearth! It rivaled, in its novelty and charm, any tin peddler's cart that ever came to our door.

John Axtell and his wife, who had seen it pass their house, hurried over for a look at it.

Every hand was on the stove as we tenderly carried it into the house, piece by piece, and set it up.