He thinks as much of it as you do." "He's right, too," said Meeks.

"There's carving for you; there's a fine grain of wood." "It's very hard to keep clean," said Sylvia, as she came in rubbing her moist hands.

"Now, that new Flemish oak is nothing at all to take care of, Mrs.Jones says." "This is worth taking care of," said Meeks.

"Now, Sylvia, sit down.

I have something to tell you and Henry." Sylvia sat down.