There was also a cloak upon one chair, and a crocheted cape tied by the tassels on another.

There was a white tippet hanging on the stovepipe.

There was a bandbox up in one corner with a pretty hat lying on the outside, its long, light feather catching the dust; it was three days now since Sunday.

There were also two pairs of shoes, one pair of rubbers, and one slipper under the bed; the other slipper lay directly in the middle of the room.

Then the wardrobe door was wide open,--it was too full to stay shut,--upon a sight which, I think, even Gypsy would hardly want put into print.