"Fine old piece," he said.
Henry looked at it doubtfully.

It had been in a woodshed of his grandfather's house, when he was a boy, and he was not as confident about that as he was about the mirror and vases, which had always maintained their parlor estate.
"Sylvia don't think much of it," he said.

"She's crazy to have one of carved oak like one Mrs.Jim Jones has." "Carved oak fiddlestick!" said Sidney Meeks.

"It's a queer thing that so much virtue and real fineness of character can exist in a woman without the slightest trace of taste for art." Henry looked resentful.

"Sylvia has taste, as much taste as most women," he said.