Pennsylvania Mountain Stories. E-book. Formato PDF - 9780243759156

Mccargo, in response to the proprietor's query of supper, said he had eaten and asked to be shown to his room. A boy, with cataracts on his eyes, who was carrying his grip, groped the way up stairs and unlocked the door of room 18, in the oldest part of the house. Originally it had been an enormous room, running from the front to the back of the house, but it had been di vided into two rooms by a partition made of a lot of door frames, fastened together with the knobs and locks still on them. The partition looked more like a hallway in a many-roomed apartment house in a big city than the dividing wall between two bed chambers in a coun try hotel. The furniture consisted of a wooden bed, which was painted green with red ?ower designs, and a wash stand and chair. There was blue paper but not a picture on the wall. In one corner were a couple of iron hooks for clothing. The house had been so added to that there was only one window left in this room. And it looked out on the stable yard, now used as a stor age ground for bark wagons.