Of course mother wanted to know; and she would be very thankful to me if I could tell her.

I went out the front door, and thought deeply on the situation.

The windows were wide open, but I was far below them and I could only hear a sort of murmur.

Why can't people speak up loud and plain, anyway?
Of course they would sit on the big haircloth sofa.

Didn't Leon call it the "sparking bench"?
The hemlock tree would be best.