There was a distinct smell of old clothes and camphor.
"A match," demanded Ellery.

"Quick!" "I ain't got none," quavered Mr.Pepper.

"They're all in the box in the settin' room.

Oh, my godfreys mighty! What'll I do?
What undertaker'll I have?
Solon Tripp's the reg'lar one, but Laviny and he had a row and she said she'd come back and ha'nt me if I ever let him touch her rema--Where you goin'?
DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!" The minister was going after a match, and said so.

In a moment he returned with several.