Mr.Langley died only three months ago, but we've been candidatin' ever since and the candidates have been boarded round.
There's been enough of 'em, too; we're awful hard to suit, I guess.
That's it.

Do open some more blinds and a window.

Fresh air don't hurt anybody--unless it's spiders," with a glare at the loathed cobwebs.
The blinds and a window being opened, more light entered the room.

Grace glanced about it curiously.
"So this is going to be your new home now, Aunt Keziah," she observed.
"How queer that seems." "Um--h'm.

Does seem queer, don't it?
Must seem queer to you to be so near the headquarters of everything your uncle thinks is wicked.