The room smelled very bad.

Jim and Charley were still in the front room.

Then he heard his wife’s voice from the darkened room.

The men washed up and waited in the front room for supper.

A little man sat behind a desk at the far side of the room.

Manuel, standing in the hallway, felt there was someone in the room.

After supper they went into the front room again and Liz cleaned off with Mrs. Smith.

He was feeling exalted and talkative like football players in the dressing room after a game.

Her Bible, her copy of Science and Health and her Quarterly were on a table beside her bed in the darkened room.

In the cottage the doctor, sitting on the bed in his room, saw a pile of medical journals on the floor by the bureau.

“Aren’t you going back to work, dear?” asked the doctor’s wife from the room where she was lying with the blinds drawn.

In the evenings he read the Toledo Blade and the Grand Rapids paper by the lamp in the front room or went out spearing fish in the bay with a jacklight with A. J. Smith.