Behind the girl, Mrs.Holt, with compressed lips, forgetting Adam's presence, watched in evident disapproval.
"I want to see the stove," said Kate.
"It is out in the woodhouse.

It hasn't been cleaned up for the winter yet." "Then it won't be far away.

Let's look at it." Almost wholly lacking experience, Kate was proceeding by instinct in exactly the same way her father would have taken through experience.
Mrs.Holt hesitated, then turned: "Oh, very well," she said, leading the way down the hall, through the dining room, which was older in furnishing and much more worn, but still clean and wholesome, as were the small kitchen and back porch.

From it there was only a step to the woodhouse, where on a little platform across one end sat two small stoves for burning wood, one so small as to be tiny.

Kate walked to the larger, lifted the top, looked inside, tried the dampers and drafts and turning said: "That is very small.