The wooden dresser was a miracle of whiteness, and ranged thereon was a set of old-fashioned blue china, on which was displayed the usual number of those unearthly figures which none but the Chinese can create.

Tick, tick, went the old Dutch clock in the corner, and the smoke-jack kept up its whirring noise.

Old Tom and Aunt Rachel were both napping; and so Caddy, having no other resource, went to sleep also.
Mrs.Ellis found her way without any difficulty to Mrs.Thomas's room.

Her gentle tap upon the door quite flurried that good lady, who (we speak it softly) was dressing her wig, a task she entrusted to no other mortal hands.

She peeped out, and seeing who it was, immediately opened the door without hesitation.
"Oh, it's you, is it?
Come in, Ellen," said she; "I don't mind you." "I've brought the night-dresses home," said Mrs.Ellis, laying her bundle upon the table,--"I hope they'll suit." "Oh, no doubt they will.