That mess of papers all over the floor is what remains of the first draft of my book.

The book I have been at work on for six months! I--" "And it was the dog, there!" sputtered the maid-servant; emotion riding over discipline.

"I c'n swear the room was neat and all dusted.

Not a blessed thing out of place; and all the paper where Mr.Garretse had stacked 'em in his portfolio, yonder.

I dusted this study and then the dining room.