At the doorway, he repeated his dramatic gesture and commanded: "COME!" Up the broad stairs he stamped.

Behind him trailed the dumfounded procession; Laddie still pattering happily along with the Mistress.

At the open door of a large room at the stairhead, the author stood aside and pointed in silent despair through the doorway.
"What's up ?" queried Harmon, for perhaps the tenth time.

"Is anything-- ?" His question ended in a grunt.

And, like the others, he stared aghast on the scene before him.
The room, very evidently, was a study.