She had a most absurd vision of Jove--Katie believed it would be Jove--standing over humanity with some kind of heroic feather duster and mightily calling "Shoo!--Shoo!--Move on!--Every fellow find his place for himself!" Such a scampering as there would be! And how many would be let stay in the places where they had been put?
Who would get the nice corners it had been taken for granted certain people should have just because they had been fixed up for them in advance?
How about the case of Miss Katherine Wayneworth Jones?
Would she be ranked out of quarters?
Certain it was that a very choice corner had been fitted up for said Katherine Wayneworth Jones.

People said that she belonged in her corner; that no one else could fit it, that she could not as well fit anywhere else.

But she was not at all sure that under the feather duster act that would give her the right of possession.

People were so stupid.

Just because they saw a person sitting in a place they held that was the place for that person to be sitting.