Sylvia had rolled it in front of the door herself, when she went out, as she supposed, for the last time.

Then he opened the door, and took hold of her slender shawled arm, and half lifted her in.
"Go in an' sit down," said he, "while we get the things in." Sylvia went mechanically into her clean, fireless parlor; it was the room where she had always received Richard.

She sat down in a flag-bottomed chair and waited.
Richard and Jonathan Leavitt came into the house tugging the feather-bed between them.

"We'll put it in the kitchen," she heard Richard say.

They brought in the chest and the bundle of bedding.
Then Richard came into the parlor carrying the rocking-chair before him.