"Guess so," he said, ungraciously, "Ain't no other place that I know of.

Bed ain't made, though." The spare room was of good size, and smelled shut up and musty, as spare rooms in the country usually do.

It was furnished with a bureau, washstand, and two chairs, each painted in a robin's egg blue with sprays of yellow roses.

There were several pictures on the walls, their subjects religious and mournful.

The bed was, as Mr.Chase had said, not made; in fact it looked as if it had not been made for some time.
"I've been cal'latin' to make up that bed for more'n a month," explained Isaiah.