"Why Abrahama had it left in, after she had her nice furnace, beats me.

Seems to me we had better have it taken out, and have a nice board, covered with paper to match this on the room, put there instead.

There's a big roll of the paper up garret, and it ain't faded a mite." "Mr.Allen will like it just the way it is," said Henry, regarding the old stove with a sneaking admiration of which he was ashamed.

It had always seemed to him that Sylvia's taste must be better than his.
He had always thought vaguely of women as creatures of taste.
"I think maybe he'll like a fire in it sometimes," he said, timidly.
"A fire, when there's a furnace ?" "I mean chilly days in the fall, before we start the furnace." "Then we could have that nice air-tight that we had in the other house put up.

If we had a fire in this old thing the heat would all go up chimney." "But it would look kind of pretty." "I was brought up to think a fire was for warmth, not for looks," said Sylvia, tartly.