It was stuffed
sectionally. There was the "old paper corner," within whose rustling
precincts Lovell was reputed once to have endured agonies, during a
religious meeting held at the Ark. There was the "sawdust" section,
substantial, but by no means billowy to the touch; and the "dried yarb"
section, of a nature similar to the sawdust; and, omitting the "old
clothes section" with its insidious buttons, and the "corn-cob" section,
and the "cotton-wood bark" section, there was the "feather corner," at
the other end, generally conceded to be luxurious, but silently avoided,
as having given, on more than one occasion, a sharp suggestion of quills.
Over the whole, depressions and excrescences, was stretched a faded
chintz cover. But woe to the luckless wight who thought to find repose
by throwing himself carelessly down on this hitherto untried structure!
It was reserved only to the knowing few to find a comfortable seat on the
lounge.
The cat, without having subjected herself to those trials which some of
us endured, had discovered, with true feline instinct, wherein the
deepest rest lay, and had established herself on a suspended bridge of
chintz between two overhanging systems.
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