So I went with him upstairs.

Say, it's a real queer house, and must look a whole lot spooky at night time; because they only burn lamps and candles, for there's no electricity connection at all, or any gas either, I suppose.
"At the end of a long hall we came to where three steps led down into a room.

It was a bully place, I will say that, with plenty of light from a lot of small dinky windows that faced on three sides of the room.
Owen had fixed it up in good taste in the bargain.

He must have plenty of spending money, because there were lots of traps around, from a pair of expensive snow shoes hanging on the wall to a splendid toboggan tilted up in a corner.
"In fact, Hugh, the place was pretty well filled with boy truck.

It looked cozy to me, and I ought to know something about a boy's den; haven't I arranged mine seven separate times, until now it's back where I started?
Well, of course, to please the old gentleman, I walked around, and peeked at things and told him Owen had as fine a loafing place as any boy in Scranton; which sort of talk seemed to tickle Mr.
Dugdale a heap.
"Then, Hugh, I got my shock, all right.