There was a lock on the front door, of course, but no one thought of meddling with that.

That door had been opened but once during the late pastor's thirty-year tenantry.

On the occasion of his funeral the mourners came and went, as was proper, by that solemn portal.
Mrs.Coffin thrust the key into the keyhole of the side door and essayed to turn it.
"Humph!" she muttered, twisting to no purpose; "I don't see why--This must be the right key, because--Well, I declare, if it ain't unlocked already! That's some of Cap'n Elkanah's doin's.

For a critter as fussy and particular about some things, he's careless enough about others.
Mercy we ain't had any tramps around here lately.

Come in." She led the way into the dining room of the parsonage.