Man's foot, too.

Cap'n Elkanah's, I guess likely; though the prints don't look hardly big enough for his.
Elkanah's convinced that he's a great man and his boots bear him out in it, don't they?
Those marks don't look broad enough for his understandin', but I guess he made 'em; nobody else could.

Here's the settin' room." She threw open another door.

A room gloomy with black walnut and fragrant with camphor was dimly visible.
"Cheerful's a tomb, ain't it ?" was Mrs.Coffin's comment.

"Well, we'll get some light and air in here pretty soon.