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She had not told him that the low-boy was sent away to be sold. When she and Ken had discovered the appalling sum it would cost to move the furniture anywhere, they heartbrokenly concluded that the low-boy and various other old friends must go to help settle the accounts of Miss Bolton and the nurse.
"Caroline, remember that this is not our house," says he, reprovingly. There fell a deep silence; the log cracking; and just then the door swung on its hinges, and Mr. Starkie entered with the great bunch of keys in his hand. "The buildings are all secure; Mr. Richard," he said. "Very good, Starkie," I replied. I turned to Scipio, standing by the low-boy, his teeth, going like a castanet.
He possessed an inlaid chest of drawers across from the graceful low-boy used by Fanny as a dressing-table; there was a bed stand with brass-tipped feet, a Duncan Fyfe, she declared; split hickory chairs painted a dark claret color; small hooked rugs on the waxed floor; and, against the mirror on his chest of drawers, a big photograph of Fanny and the two children in the window-seat of the living room.
"Caroline, remember that this is not our house," says he, reprovingly. There fell a deep silence; the log cracking; and just then the door swung on its hinges, and Mr. Starkie entered with the great bunch of keys in his hand. "The buildings are all secure; Mr. Richard," he said. "Very good, Starkie," I replied. I turned to Scipio, standing by the low-boy, his teeth, going like a castanet.
A table Of oak, mahogany, or walnut, either drop-leaf, gate- leg, or console. A mirror Gilt, or to match the wood in the table, Early American or English. A straight chair or two With or without rush seats, enameled black, with stencil design, or to match the wood of the tables. A low-boy Of mahogany or walnut, with drawers for gloves, string, etc.
He tried for it several times, and when his hands came against the bookshelves he stopped dead, very much puzzled and quite lost. Felicia found him there, standing still and patiently waiting for the low-boy to materialize in its accustomed place. "Where is it!" he asked her. "It's not there, honey," she said. "We're going to a different house, and it's sent away." "A different house! When?
"Caroline, remember that this is not our house," says he, reprovingly. There fell a deep silence; the log cracking; and just then the door swung on its hinges, and Mr. Starkie entered with the great bunch of keys in his hand. "The buildings are all secure; Mr. Richard," he said. "Very good, Starkie," I replied. I turned to Scipio, standing by the low-boy, his teeth, going like a castanet.
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