Best perhaps to go down a little later and combine his breakfast with his lunch.

Meantime he would avail himself of Joan's permission to pick a room for himself.
The house was big and old and abandoned for the most part to creaks and dust and cobwebs.

Kenny peered into room after room with a fascinated shiver, reading mystery in every shadow.

Thank fortune the room he had was linked to the fragrant life of blossoms and lilacs.
A stairway he climbed came out delightfully in a garret musical with rain and the plaintive chirping of wet birds huddled under dripping eaves.

Unlike the rooms he had left below it was swept and clean.
There were trunks in one corner, a great many, and a cedar chest.
There should be a cedar chest.