 How did Henry feel about the remodeled bedrooms?
There he sat between the mayor and a nervous young coed chosen as homecoming queen, and looked out at the police and fire department bands, the National Guard, the boy scouts and girl scouts, the Elks and Masons. They had rehabilitated, spruced up, almost rebuilt the entire outside and grounds. The head of the American Legion and the chief of police, who had escorted him on this trip from the square, didn't ask to go in with him. Carlisle had said his position was analogous to Columbus', to Vasco De Gama's, to Preshoff's when the Russian returned from the Moon—but more so.
 He felt sad that yet another thing was unfamiliar.
 He was thankful to have a private place to rest.  He felt sad that yet another thing was unfamiliar.  He was angry because he really liked his old bed.  He thought the new paint was nice but didn't like the furniture.