It's na that heavy neither," exclaimed the girl, nervously jerking back the bag, and following her conductor into the house and up stairs.
An unlikely house to be the shelter of thieves and the receptacle of stolen goods.

There was a look of sober respectability about its dinginess that might have appertained to a suburban doctor with a large family and a small practice.

An old oil cloth, whole, but with its pattern half washed off, covered the narrow hall--an old stair-carpet of originally good quality, but now thread-bare in places, covered the steps.

This was all that could be seen from the open door by any chance caller.

But upstairs all was very different.
As the girl reached the landing, the old woman opened a door on her left and ushered her into a bright, glaring room, filled up with cheap new furniture, in which blinding colors and bad taste predominated.