That was all, save a little woodshed.

Everything was bare and scanty and rather particularly ugly.

The sitting-room had a frightful paper of mingled mustard and molasses tint, and a matted floor; but there was a good-sized open fireplace for the burning of wood, in which two bricks did duty for andirons, three or four splint and cane bottomed chairs, a lounge, and a table, while the pipe of the large "Morning-glory" stove in the dining-room expanded into a sort of drum in the chamber above.

This secured a warm sleeping place for Phil.

Clover began to think that they could make it do.
Mrs.Kenny, who evidently considered the house as a wonder of luxury and convenience, opened various cupboards, and pointed admiringly to the glass and china, the kitchen tins and utensils, and the cotton sheets and pillow-cases which they respectively held.
"There's water laid on," she said; "you don't have to pump any.