ready to
receive
the
curiosities
yet to be
found.
Dan's tall
cabinet
stood
before the
great door
which was
fastened
up, while
the small
door was
to be
used. On
the
cabinet
stood a
queer
Indian
idol, very
ugly, but
very
interesting;
old Mr.
Laurence
sent it,
as well as
a fine
Chinese
junk in
full sail,
which had
a
conspicuous
place on
the long
table in
the middle
of the
room.
Above,
swinging
in a loop,
and
looking as
if she was
