It was a small, square room furnished with Sylvia's chief household treasures.

There was a hair-cloth sofa, which she and Henry had always regarded as an extravagance and had always viewed with awe.

There were two rockers, besides one easy-chair, covered with old-gold plush--also an extravagance.

There was a really beautiful old mahogany table with carved base, of which neither Henry nor Sylvia thought much.

Sylvia meditated selling enough Calkin's soap to buy a new one, and stow that away in Mr.Allen's room.