Pipes and books and old newspapers littered the chairs and tables; when an extra seat was needed Clarence simply tipped a great pile of these on to the floor.

A gun-rack hung upon the wall, together with sundry long stock-whips and two or three pairs of spurs, and a smell of tobacco pervaded the place.
Clover's eyes wandered to a corner where stood a small parlor organ, and over it a shelf of books.

She rose to examine them.

To her surprise they were all hymnals and Church of England prayer-books.

There were no others.
She wondered what it meant.
Clarence had given up his own bedroom to Phil, and was to chum with his friend.