In the middle of the room, on a square deep-piled rug, stood a table covered with a red cloth and surrounded by three or four solid-looking upholstered chairs. Here were some books and papers, and directly over the table a handsome electric chandelier hung from the ceiling of dark-wood panels. This was the source of their present illumination.
"This here's the settin'-room," Droop explained. "An' these are the state-rooms—that's what he called 'em."
He walked toward two doors in one of the end walls and, opening one of them, turned the switch of the lamp within.
"'Lectric lights in it, like down to Keene," Rebecca remarked, approaching the cabin and peering in.
She saw a small bedroom comfortably furnished. The carpet was apparently new, and on the tastefully papered walls hung a number of small oil-paintings.
Droop opened the other door.
"They're both alike," he said.
Rebecca glanced into the second apartment, which was indeed the counterpart of its companion.
"Well, it wouldn't do no harm to sweep an' beat these carpets!" she exclaimed. Then, slipping her forefinger gingerly over the edge of a chair: "Look at that dust!" she said, severely, holding up her hand for inspection.
But Droop had bustled off to another part of the room.