There ain't no use tryin' to set down tables an' chairs as solid as the everlastin' hills.

There was Mis' Perry, she that was buried this afternoon, Mr.Perry's mother, when she came here to live after her husband died, she sold off every stick of her old furniture, an' got the handsomest marble-top set that money could buy for her room.

She got some pictures in gilt frames too, and a tapestry carpet, and vases and images for her mantel-shelf.

She said folks could talk about associations all they wanted to, she hadn't no associations with a lot of old worm-eaten furniture; she'd rather have some that was clean an' new.

H'm, anybody to hear folks talk sometimes would think they were blood-relations to old secretaries and bureaus." Mrs.Maxwell screwed her face contemptuously, as if the talking folk were before her, and there was a pause.