That little school parlor had been the stage for so many scenes!

As for silver, we knew the worst when Aunt Delia McCormick declared, "They haven't even a swinging ice-pitchernothing but thin battered old stuff that was made in the year one!" Aunt Delia had quite the newest and most fashionable furniture in town; her parlor was a feast of color for any eye, and her fine hardwood sideboard alone had cost twenty-two dollars, so she spoke as one having authority.

The parlor was a long low room that continued the line of the house to its southern end.

Though she didn't know it, Jim Greatorex's parlor was a more tolerable place than the Vicarage drawing-room.

The parlor below, with its highly polished bits of furniture, its spotless wooden floor and whitewashed walls, was a miracle of cleanliness.