"This one will be perfectly comfortable, I'm sure, only--" "Yes?
Is there somethin' the matter with it ?" "Not the matter with it, exactly, but it seems to be--occupied." Jed stepped forward and peered over the workbench at the chair.
Its seat was piled high with small pasteboard boxes containing hardware-screws, tacks and metal washers--which he used in his mill and vane-making.
"Sho!" he exclaimed.

"Hum! Does seem to be taken, as you say.

I recollect now; a lot of that stuff came in by express day before yesterday afternoon and I piled it up there while I was unpackin' it.

Here!" apparently addressing the hardware, "you get out of that.

That seat's reserved." He stretched a long arm over the workbench, seized the chair by the back and tipped it forward.