The shelves were cluttered with fit companions to that empty pepper can.

Brit thought that he would have "cleaned out" had he known that Lorraine was coming.

Since she was here, it scarcely seemed worth while.
He walked on his boot-toes to the door of the second room of the cabin, listened there for a minute, heard no sound and took a tablet and pencil off another shelf littered with useless things.

The note which he wrote painstakingly, lest she might think him lacking in education, he laid upon the table beside Lorraine's plate; then went out, closing the door behind him as quietly as a squeaking door can be made to close.
Lorraine, in the other room, heard the squeak and sat up.

Her wrist watch, on the chair beside her bed, said that it was fifteen minutes past six, which she considered an unearthly hour for rising.