You see, _I_ like cushions and comfort, and I have them everywhere.

And I like--well, I like lots of things.

My rooms don't belong to that monk, not a little bit.

And so you see," Bertram would finish merrily, "that's why I call it all 'The Strata.'" And "The Strata" it was to all the Henshaws' friends, and even to William and Cyril themselves, in spite of their objection to the term.
From babyhood the Henshaw boys had lived in the handsome, roomy house, facing the Public Garden.

It had been their father's boyhood home, as well, and he and his wife had died there, soon after Kate, the only daughter, had married.