"Best front parlor.

The whole shebang smells shut up and musty enough, but there's somethin' about a best parlor smell that would give it away any time.

Phew! I can almost smell wax wreaths and hair-cloth, even though they have been took away.

No, this is an empty house all right, but I'll make good and sure for your sake, Emily.
Ain't there any stairs to this old rattle-trap?
Oh, yes, here's the front hall.

Hello! Hello, up there! Hi-i!" She was shouting up the old-fashioned staircase.