Oilcloth covered the boards and hung clear to the floor on either side.

The ends were open.

There was a freshness and wholesomeness about the place that attracted the girls at once.
"Set down!" commanded Joe, entering with a heaping platter of meat.
"That is what I smelled!" exclaimed Hippy.

"May I ask what that meat is, Mrs.Shafto ?" "Venison." "Eh?
Don't wake me up," murmured Hippy.
"Is the deer season on ?" questioned Tom.
"No.

Not till November fifteenth.