The woom I s'ept in is kite tidy.
"A Little Mother to the Others" by L. T. Meade
Hadn't he fitted your dwawing-woom with yellow satin at the beginning of the season?
"The International Magazine, Volume 2, No. 2, January, 1851" by Various
We are decowating the wooms, and don't know how to finish in time.
"About Peggy Saville" by Mrs. G. de Horne Vaizey
If that thing in the other woom there is running this place, I don't want to stay.
"The Forged Note" by Oscar Micheaux