"If the folks that the trunk belongs to can't heft it in after I've brought it up from the depot, let it set out," he said.

"I drive a carriage to accommodate, but I ain't no porter." Therefore, Henry and Horace carried up the trunk and unstrapped it.
Rose looked around her with delight.

"Oh, what a lovely room!" she cried.
"It gets the morning sun," said Sylvia.

"The paper is a little mite faded, but otherwise it's just as good as it ever was." "It is perfectly charming," said Rose.

She tugged at the jewelled pins in her hat.